Succulent Stories - Callum

Callum

Part 1 "Starvation"

Callum surveyed the dancefloor with hungry eyes. He stopped to grab an amplifying drink before continuing his hunt. The club he had chosen for his next captive had proven to be barren.

He threw back the last sip of his elixir and made his way to the pulsing beat of hypnotic bodies. He circled around clustered groups of incoherent jirading individuals but found no one appealing to his taste.

Is there no one worthy of play here? A hiss shivered through his mind as it was made painfully clear this wasn't his night.

With a frustrated sigh of defeat he left for the exit. The self deprecating thoughts he had so desperately ran away from came rushing in to barrage his psyche. He needed a distraction like tonight to release him from the torment of his racing mind.

Tonight was supposed to be fun. Enjoyment. A night to sink his teeth into mouth watering ecstasy obliterating any thought that would dare interrupt a moment of his bliss.

"You seem like someone who shouldn't be by themselves."

Called a mysterious voice from the shadows a few feet from the exit.

Callum had been consumed by his own thoughts and hadn't noticed he was being watched. As if the voice had slapped him awake he stopped in his tracks to focus on the one soul of the night paying him any attention.

The figure stepped out of the shadows to reveal a creature so beautiful Callum's breath faltered in his throat. They were a mix of both masculine and feminine with the chiseled body of a demon and a soft face of an angel.

"Are you offering to join me?" Callum asked in a smirking tone, playing it cool by how much this stranger had turned up his vibrational state making his nerves prickle.

The celestial being made their way to him. Heat rising from them like a seductive inferno. With a returning coy smile they beckoned him into the underworld of hell as they walked past him to the moving pit of bodies.

Callum gave himself a second to decide if it was a good idea to entertain the creature's invitation or refute it with a swift retreat to his shadowed dwellings.

What the fuck. Callum thought to himself as his legs began moving again, following in close pursuit of the individual sauntering their way through the bobbing crowd.

Callum's self deprecating thoughts had been replaced with intoxicating questions of who this person was. He opened his mouth, his tongue protruding slightly, to pick up the scented chemicals wafting off of the figure in front of him that was melding into the dancing party of sweaty bodies.

Salt. Pheromones. Alcohol. Perfume.

No doubt from the bodies around them smelling of sex and inhibition.

He probed deeper for the pinpointed scent of the mysterious person as he continued to weave his way through belligerent by standards.

Lilac...Ash... and what was that last note? His brow furrowed as he undid the scent with his tongue and his mind.

He stopped dead in his tracks as he figured out the aroma he couldn't place.

Daemon.

That last note was the hint of an eternal being neither from the Earthly realm nor the Ethers. The odor was a mix of a demonic musk and high notes from an angelic feather brethren.

Shit - this really is a half demon half angel hybrid.

Callum's blood ran cold as he beheld a creature that shouldn't have been in the low belly of New York's nightclub scene.

If I escape now they wouldn't know I caught onto them.

Callum played out the steps he could take to the exit and slip away as the bodies pulsed and breathed to battering sounds vibrating down into the molecules of blood ilked forms.

"Going somewhere?"

A voice startled him from his hatched plan - a whisper caressing his eardrum and brushing against his mind.

He hadn't been looking in front of him to see that the Daemon had sensed his hesitation.

The Daemon was now behind him, trailing their beautiful fingers down his arms, holding him in place. The humans surrounding them wouldn't notice their embrace but Callum threw up imaginary shields to glamor their intimate proximity. The noisy club became muffled as the shield created a pocket in time and space to expand their surroundings.

"There's no need for that... They won't be able to see me." The Daemon responded to the shields with a finger dragging down Callum's elbow to his wrist, giving him shivers down to his ankles.

"What is a Daemon like you doing in a place like this?" Callum shuddered, trying to keep his breath even. His body was caught in a paradox of fear and arousal, he restrained his human member from rising to attention.

"I could ask you the same thing Naga," The Daemon spoke low with their throat, purring out the last descriptive word of his kind.

Callum was a male tonight, no trace of his serpentine form, an ordinary man looking for his next meal, except for the devouring humans part.

Callum turned to the Daemon, their chiseled jaw sharp with dignity as their features blended from masculine to feminine with a curve of bone structure. Their eyes had rings of gold he hadn't noticed when he first encountered them in the dimly lit hallway to the exit.

He shouldn't have been so foolish to drop his guise and his defenses.

"I was hungry, something your kind doesn't know about," He retorted with a bored look, feigning his curiosity.

The Daemon snorted, lingering their fingers on his wrist as they suddenly reached around his front and grabbed his male parts.

"Is that what you call this growing gift? An act of starvation?" The Daemon was cruel as he traced a thumb over Callum's engorged cock, the restraint becoming painful as Callum willed his body to cease reaction.

"Human bodies are so fun to play with," said the creature, coaxing more of an involuntary response from Callum.

Callum welcomed mundane sex with his food but tonight, he was afraid of the demigod before him and the hell it would unleash if he let them have their way.

"That is not what I'm here for," Callum said through gritted teeth, turning his entire body to face the Daemon at his back. He grabbed their hands and swiftly pushed them away with all of his might. His body didn't want it to stop but he knew the consequences for getting in bed with a Daemon would be dire.

The Daemon's eyes flashed a cold fury, rejection a foreign concept to their beautiful kind. They lunged forward and grabbed Callum by the back of the neck, their eyes boring holes in his brain.

"Naga-"

"My name is Callum," Callum said, cutting off the unemotional beast before him who had suddenly turned volatile, "If you are going to proposition me, the least you can do is buy me dinner."

The Daemon laughed, tension easing from their grasp, the dispute dissipating into the dampened music around them.

"Callum," The Daemon rolled his name off of their luscious lips, tasting every syllable as if it were a scrumptious treat, "Would you like to go to dinner with me?"

Callum blushed a deep shade of red, unknown to the Ethers above, his human body betrayed his feelings.

Is this a trick? He asked himself as his eyes searched for any sign the being was making a mockery of his jestering offer.

Before Callum could respond the Daemon leaned in and kissed him. Their mouths met and electric current sizzled their tongues causing more of their blood to pump. They tasted of bitter sweetness, a scent so intoxicating Callum saw flashes of images go through his mind.

The explosion of nerve endings created a catalyst of lust so overwhelming Callum forgot he needed oxygen in the body he was in.

He pulled back before he became weak in the knees with a breathless stare he asked, "What was that?"

"I sensed you needed convincing," replied the demonic-angelic being with a smile only the Gods could craft.

Callum couldn't find any taste of deception when he inhaled the creature before him, knowing they kept their word.

"Alright. I'll have dinner with you," Callum hesitantly replied, not sure if he would be making it out of the dinner alive.

"It's settled."

The Daemon snapped their fingers and instantly Callum's shield disappeared, the bodies and loud music crashing around them as the mortal world reverted back to normal space and time.

Callum got a sickening feeling as he realized he had fallen into the Daemon's trap, their hand intertwining with his, as and now he was the captive being led to their personal domain of hell.