Fantasy, Blowjob, Consensual Sex, Cosplay, Erotica, Female Domination, First Time, Girls domination, Group Sex, Male / Females, Male / Older Female, Mature, Oral Sex, Role-playing, Teen, Teen Male / Female, Threesome
This is a long story about a guy named Kai who isn't fully human (hence, the title). There is a lot of plot and action, as well as sexual engagements that are detailed and intimate. This story is actually available on amazon and patreon too, but I have several places where I'm posting it for free. Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf
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- CHAPTER 15: Problem -
A low growl unexpectedly startled me awake, my eyes popping open as all my senses focused downstairs, the sound similar to the rumbling of an aggressive dog ready to attack. Instantly, even without looking, I knew right away that Gabriella wasn’t in bed with me, because her scent wasn’t as potent.
Instead, she was downstairs.
And her scent was hostile, my housemate’s aroma tainted with panic.
I bolted out of bed the moment I heard Serenity speak up, her voice breaking. “G-Gabriella?” she said in confusion and alarm.
I heard the growling move, faster than I’d think possible for a normal person.
Just as I reached the top of the stairs, Serenity screamed, Nick already dashing past the foyer into the kitchen. Skipping the steps entirely, I leapt straight down to the bottom, landing hard on the floor only to twist just in time to see Nick go flying against a chair, tumbling like he’d been tossed from a pickup truck in full motion.
Time seemed to slow as I finally registered what I was seeing, now that Nick’s body wasn’t obstructing my view.
Gabriella was on top of Serenity on the floor, my housemate’s forearm in her mouth in an obvious attempt to block an attack for her throat. But what left me confused was the color of my fiancé’s body, her hair an even more vibrant red, her crazed eyes a more vibrant green, and her normally pale skin now a deep tan like she’d been outside all summer…
I didn’t have time to process further, bolting for them as fast as I was physically capable. Because the attack was sincere, the hostility unmistakable, Gabriella clearly out for blood as she actively sucked on my best friend’s arm, her teeth buried deep.
Without hesitation I jumped over Gabriella’s back, straddling her as I jerked my hands down and jabbed my fingers into the joint of her jawbone on both sides, just below her ears, knowing it was a major pressure point.
Gabriella shrieked even louder than Serenity had, quickly pulling away as I instantly enveloped her in an almost crushing embrace, yanking her off my housemate.
Serenity sounded like she was hyperventilating as she started scooting backwards on her elbow, her eyes wide, her scent thick with panic, desperately trying to get away even though I had her assailant now.
In the meantime, Gabriella’s scent instantly shifted to alarm. “Oh my god. Oh my god, oh my god, oh my god!” Her scent then shifted to guilt and remorse. “Serenity! Oh my god, Serenity! I’m sorry, I’m so sorry, I didn’t…” Her voice trailed off as she sobbed.
My own thoughts finally caught up to me, realizing the wound was nothing like my own controlled bite from last night. This was like my friend had been attacked by a ravenous wolf…or starving bear…
“Nick!” I barked, focusing on his stunned expression, still on his ass on the floor. “Get the bleeding to stop!”
Serenity’s face was as white as a ghost now, her brown eyes looking pitch-black, her hyperventilating beginning to sound like she was borderline panic-crying, not even making an effort to stop the profuse bleeding, still just staring up at Gabriella like she was terrified of a second attack. Or at least in shock that it happened in the first place.
Nick finally snapped out of his stupor and hurried to his feet, grabbing a dishtowel and kneeling next to her to cover the wound.
Gabriella was sobbing now, limp in my arms, with me holding all her weight. “I’m so sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to, I’m so sorry.”
After checking the wound more closely, Nick looked like he was about to puke, before speaking up after taking a second to collect himself. “This is really bad. It’s going to need stitches.”
“Should we call an ambulance?” I asked seriously, not about to let Gabriella go, in order to call myself -- not when I wasn’t confident that she wouldn’t attack again. “Or do you think it will be safe to drive her to the hospital?” I added, not even considering any alternatives.
Serenity finally chimed in, her voice shaky, her jaw trembling. “N-No h-hospital,” she stammered. She then looked up at Nick, her eyes looking almost wild now. “Y-You used to b-be an EMT, r-right? For like a y-year?”
“Only a few months!” he corrected her. “And while we did train to do emergency stitches, I’ve never actually done it on a real person before! Only on practice mannequins!”
Serenity’s expression grew more determined. “Nick, they’ll probably know this isn’t an animal bite, even if we say a dog bit me.” She paused, taking a deep breath. “Y-You’ll have to do it.”
I chimed back in, my tone urgent. “Ren, are you sure? Even if they know it’s a human bite, it isn’t going to expose…” My voice trailed off as I looked down at Gabriella again, seeing that her coloring was still as vibrant as ever, as if she’d died her hair a more stark red and was wearing vibrant green contacts now. Never mind the deep tan.
I hesitated, because I was about to say ‘my secret,’ only to realize ‘our secret’ might be more accurate. For some reason, my fiancé’s new look screamed ‘stripper’ to me, though I wasn’t sure why. Maybe because obviously dyed hair, combined with a deep tan and huge tits was just the association I made in my head. But either way, I knew that the change in her appearance, combined with the attack, meant she must have somehow become like me.
Nick and Serenity both shook their heads, Nick being the one to answer. “The medical staff will be required to file a police report, even if she doesn’t want to.” He then looked up at Gabriella who was still a mess. “Hey, let’s see your bite.”
She stiffened in my arms for a second, before beginning to support her own weight as she pulled down the makeshift bandage over her own wound.
Yet there was nothing to see, not even a scar or any other indication she’d been bitten.
Nick nodded his head in response, as if it was what he expected. “Obviously, it looks like Kai somehow changed Gabriella. At the very least, I doubt she would have been capable of tossing me across the room like that yesterday.” He sighed, focusing on Serenity. “Which means, if it was caused by his bite, then this wound will also probably be healed in the next…” He paused to glance up at the clock in the kitchen, seeing that it was only a little after 8:15 AM. “Ten to eleven hours, more or less. Assuming her bite can have the same effect as his.”
A silence fell over the room as those words sunk in.
Gabriella’s whisper broke it. “I’m so sorry,” she said almost inaudibly.
I squeezed her again, this time meant as a hug, while Serenity took a long deep breath before finally addressing her.
“It’s alright, Gabriella,” she replied without looking up. “I admit you really scared me, but I know you wouldn’t attack me on purpose.” She took another deep breath, finally focusing on her. “What exactly happened?”
Gabriella shook her head in response, sniffling. “I don’t know. I don’t even remember coming downstairs…” She grimaced. “Or attacking you. When I realized what I was doing, I felt like I was waking up.”
Nick sighed as he stood. “You probably were sleeping then. I have a buddy who sometimes raids the fridge in his sleep -- sleepwalking essentially.” His toned lightened some. “I guess that means you can’t go to bed hungry from now on.”
Unfortunately, his attempt at humor fell flat.
No one was amused, and it did nothing to ease the tension.
Gabriella shivered at the thought. “I think I still am,” she admitted quietly. “Hungry,” she clarified. “Or maybe thirsty is the better word…” She shivered again.
I took a deep breath. “It must be because you’re low on blood from me drinking it last night. I didn’t think I took much, but maybe I did. Do you think you can control yourself until after we make sure Serenity is alright?”
“Of course,” she agreed adamantly, turning her head to look up at me from the corner of her eye. “I never would have, if I was conscious.” She then looked down at my best friend. “Serenity, I am so sorry.”
She nodded, her entire body trembling like she was cold, still looking like she might pass out.
“Right,” Nick commented. “I have a fancy First Aid Kit in the trunk of my car. Pretty sure it has sutures, although I never imagined I’d have to use them,” he added with a grimace.
I only nodded while he ran out to grab the kit, Gabriella apologizing a few more times while he left. However, once the front door closed, I carefully let her go, suggesting that Serenity just needed a little bit of space. I then proceeded to grab a chair for Serenity, figuring we’d do the stitches down here at the kitchen sink.
Once I had it situated, I slowly bent down and very gently picked my housemate up, in order to set her in the chair. She didn’t even try to help, which I took as her trusting that I was strong enough, with her continuing to hold the rag over her arm, her body trembling.
“T-Thanks,” she whispered.
“Of course,” I replied, only to glance over my shoulder to look at Gabriella, standing there like she was lost. “Hey, can you grab the Hydrogen Peroxide upstairs? It’s under the bathroom sink.”
She looked at me, it seeming to take a moment for her vibrant emerald eyes to focus, before her expression became determined. “Yes,” she replied simply, turning to run upstairs.
“And grab the Rubbing Alcohol too,” I called after her. “Just in case we need to sterilize something,” I added when Serenity gave me an alarmed look. I then lowered my voice. “Of course I’m not going to use that on the wound.”
Serenity nodded, taking a long deep breath. She then looked like she was about to say or ask something, but the front door opened up, both of us looking over at Nick.
“Found it,” he announced, though from what I heard outside, it didn’t sound like he had trouble locating it to begin with. He then proceeded to bring everything over to the counter, asking Serenity to move her arm over the sink so he could take a look at it.
She was already right there, so she just leaned forward a little, sticking her arm out.
One glance at the bloody mess and Nick suddenly looked like he was going to be sick again.
“Fuck,” he hissed.
“What’s wrong?” I asked in alarm.
He shook his head. “Nothing, it’s just…” His voice trailed off.
“Just what?” I asked seriously. “Does she need to go to the hospital? Because I’m about to put her in my car and drive her to the hospital. Whether they fill out a police report or not.”
“Kai,” Serenity said, sounding a little surprised. “I think I’m going to be okay. And Nick’s right. If your bite caused her to change, then…” Her voice trailed off, her gaze unfocusing as it seemed to really sink in that she might change too.
“It’s not that,” Nick finally responded. “It’s just, this is why I was only an EMT for a few months. I can’t handle the gore. Not in real life. It’s different on TV, but just looking at this makes me feel like I’m going to pass out.”
“Oh.” I paused as I considered that. “Well, then just tell me what I need to do, and I’ll do it.”
“Kai, are you sure?” Serenity asked seriously.
I shrugged. “I mean, the gore isn’t a problem for me, so as long as you’re fine with me doing it.”
Her deep brown eyes widened slightly, before she nodded, lowering her voice. “I trust you.”
I gave her a small smile of appreciation, glancing over my shoulder again as Gabriella came down the stairs. However, when she entered the kitchen, she stopped at the entrance, as if she was afraid to come too close.
Serenity noticed, speaking up before anyone else could. “It’s okay, Gabriella,” she reassured her. “Just bring it over.”
My fiancé nodded, remorse crossing her expression as she made her way to Nick’s other side.
“Okay,” he began after a second, seeming to collect himself and organize his thoughts as he recalled his training. “First, we need to sterilize the scissors, and then you’re going to have to cut out all the tissue that’s sticking out.”
“Wait, what?” I said in surprise.
He nodded toward the wound, grabbing the Peroxide, while keeping his eyes adverted. “Here, pour a little bit of this on it, and you’ll see what I mean. Oh, and wash your hands first too,” he added, reaching to turn on the sink, only to wash his hands as well.
I did as he asked, washing my hands and then grabbing the brown bottle, pouring a little on my hands and rubbing it on the bottle itself, while my friend ducked her head and pressed her forehead against her upper arm as we began to work. It wasn’t bleeding as profusely, allowing the Peroxide to wash away enough to see what looked like little chunks of yellow fat sticking out in various places.
Nick continued, keeping his eyes adverted. “Any of the stuff hanging out is going to die anyway, so you have to cut it off before you can stitch the wound up properly.” He sighed. “If we were taking her to the hospital, and this was an emergency stitch-up, then we wouldn’t worry about it. But since we aren’t going to the hospital, we need to make sure we do it right the first time.”
“Is it going to hurt?” I asked seriously.
He shook his head. “Most likely no. She probably won’t even feel it. This is tissue that’s usually underneath where the nerves are.”
I nodded, accepting the small pair of scissors when he handed them to me. They were still wet, but he’d used the Peroxide to sterilize them, so I wasn’t worried about the liquid hurting her. I hesitated when Gabriella walked away, pausing for a moment until I realized she was grabbing the paper towels to clean up the floor behind us.
“Are you ready?” I whispered to Serenity, beginning to readjust my grip on her forearm.
“Yes,” she said weakly, her voice muffled due to her position.
I nodded, carefully going for a piece of tissue that I felt confident wouldn’t hurt her much, if at all, since it was barely hanging off.
She didn’t even flinch.
“Did you feel that?” I asked softly.
“No,” she replied almost inaudibly.
I took a deep breath, and then moved to another piece. Followed by another, slowly growing more confident that she really couldn’t feel it. Granted, she did flinch a couple of times, but when I asked her if it hurt, she claimed that she barely felt it and was just surprised when she did.
About ten minutes later, and we were finally moving on to the stitches, with Nick pouring Peroxide over the wound for probably the fifth or sixth time.
“Okay,” he commented, still keeping his eyes off her arm. “Now this part, she’s going to feel.”
“I’ll be okay,” Serenity said right away. “Let’s just get this done.”
Nick nodded, though only I could see it, grabbing the curved needle and sutures. He got everything set up and ready to go, and then carefully handed it to me, verbally beginning to instruct me on how to do it. The process seemed a little redundant, with him asking me to go back and make extra loops that seemed unnecessary, as if I was going to tie it off and cut it. And I felt like I was going way deeper with the needle than I should, but I continued to follow his directions exactly as he said them, doing my best to ignore Serenity’s constant wincing.
Finally done, I cut the last end and we finished up, with my patient having two jagged half circles on her arm now. I had to admit that it didn’t look nearly as bad at this point, with Nick finally able to fully focus on it without looking like he was going to be sick.
“You did a good job,” he praised.
I only grunted in response, not feeling super excited about my handiwork, instead glancing back at Gabriella who had long since finished cleaning up the floor and was now sitting in a chair. I gave her a small reassuring smile.
She gave me a weak smile in return, still looking like she felt as guilty as hell. And still looking abnormally vibrant.
Serenity finally lifted her head to take a look at it too, opening and closing her hand a few times as she examined my work. She then took a deep breath and sat up straighter in her chair, prompting me to stand up more as well and step back to give her space.
Without hesitation, my housemate looked over at Gabriella, her brown eyes widening as she took in her appearance, only to focus more on her dejected posture. She then cleared her throat. “Hey, come here please,” she said simply.
Gabriella looked up in surprise, hesitating for a second, before slowly standing and moving closer. Her shoulders were slumped in shame. She was already a couple of inches shorter than Serenity, but her posture made her look even smaller.
Once she was close enough, Serenity grabbed her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze.
“Hey, it’s alright,” Serenity said softly. “I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”
Gabriella’s vibrant emerald eyes began filling with tears again. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated in a choked voice. “I really didn’t mean to.”
“I know,” Serenity agreed. “I believe you, I really do.”
I sighed heavily, starting to feel like this was really all my fault. “I shouldn’t have bitten her in the first place,” I commented. “I should have just toughed it out. Now she’s probably going to have the same problem I have for the rest of her life. Risking exposure whenever she feels a strong emotion.”
Serenity immediately shook her head. “Kai, I’d rather have this nasty bite right now than have risked you dying last night. I’m glad Gabriella did what she did. I would have done the same if given the chance.”
My eyes widened slightly at that, seeing her obvious sincerity.
“Plus,” Nick chimed in. “She doesn’t really look strange at this point. Maybe in comparison to how she usually looks, but she could pass as normal right now…” He paused, lowering his voice. “Assuming her skin doesn’t start turning gray.” He then cleared his throat. “And while it does seem as if the bite is what caused it to happen, we don’t know that for sure. Might be sexually transmitted, for example.”
All of us immediately looked in different directions, every single one of us embarrassed by the realization of that possibility. And the reminder that Gabriella and I fucked despite my older friend’s wishes.
“Oh,” Nick continued after a second, seeming to realize only after the rest of us just how awkward that was. “Umm, well anyway, we’ll at least have a better idea if the same thing happens to Serenity.”
I tried to clear my throat, wanting to move the subject to something else.
Anything else.
“So, in the meantime, I really need to figure out what the limitations are for this, err…” I hesitated. “I guess desire, we seem to have. For blood.” I took a deep breath. “I was already able to confirm last night that animal blood seems to be fine, but we need to test and see how long the craving can be resisted.” I focused on Gabriella’s guilty expression for a second, and then met Serenity’s wide eyes. “It’s too dangerous not knowing what will happen if we go too long without, whenever the craving rears its ugly head. For all we know, what happened just now with Gabriella might not have been a fluke. It could be something that could happen to either of us, under the right circumstances.”
Nick nodded in agreement. “First, you should probably make sure Gabriella gets some animal blood, since it sounds like she’s still needing it. But at least animals can work. Stealing human blood would be a lot more difficult, especially since most places that store blood bags have security cameras.”
Fuck, that brought up another concern.
Could Gabriella even stomach drinking blood from a living animal? I mean, she was a vegetarian before all this, and yeah she was kind of alright with eating meat, but this was an entirely different situation.
“R-Right,” I said hesitantly, my thoughts moving to considering how we could test our limitations out. “Oh, and can I borrow your gun?” I asked, directing my question to my housemate.
That caught them all off guard, everyone looking at me like I was crazy.
“To shoot yourself?” Nick clarified in disbelief.
I nodded, causing Serenity to gasp.
“Kai!” she exclaimed. “Isn’t there some other way?”
I focused on her again, giving her a sympathetic look. “To see how much I can get hurt, before I might lose control? No, I don’t think there is.”
She grimaced, taking a shallow breath. “You just better be careful! I can’t lose you! You’re basically the only one I have left!”
I fully understood how she felt, knowing that there was no one who could replace her in my life.
I gave her a weak smile. “I know. And I’m not going to try to kill myself. I’ll stop before it gets to that point. But I also can’t risk killing some random person just because I don’t know what my limits are.” I sighed heavily. “I love you, Ren.”
“I love you too,” she whispered, still seeming against the idea, but knowing I was determined.
I bent down to give her a quick hug, and then grabbed Gabriella’s hand to lead her over to where I’d left Serenity’s gun after collecting it from her kidnapper’s car the previous night, followed by heading out past the stairs to the backdoor. Once we got outside, Gabriella started apologizing again, obviously still feeling miserable about what she’d done.
I shook my head in response, leading her past the shed into the trees. “No, I’m sorry. I didn’t know this would happen. I wouldn’t have bitten you if I’d known.”
She was quiet for a few seconds as she absorbed that. She then tentatively spoke up. “Kai…I feel horrible about what I did. Like, really horrible.” She paused. “But, if this means I’ve really become like you, then that makes me kind of glad. It makes me feel closer to you now.”
“It does?” I said in surprise, glancing back at her still-vibrant emerald eyes.
She nodded, a slight blush appearing beneath her tan cheeks. Her tone was more lighthearted, with it being obvious she was trying to lighten my mood. “If anything, it might mean I can actually overpower you in bed now.”
I unexpectedly chuckled at that, which was a nice temporary release from all the tension I felt.
Gabriella smiled weakly in response, seeming happy to have made me laugh, but clearly still feeling miserable.
I took a deep breath, still a little amused as I shook my head. “Wow, you really have a one-track mind, don’t you?” I teased.
She gave me a slightly more playful look. “Normally it’s guys with that kind of problem, but when I’m with you, I just can’t help myself.”
I gave her a small smile. “As if you didn’t already do what you wanted before,” I said with mock disbelief.
She finally smiled more fully, before it vanished just as fast. “I love you,” she whispered somberly.
“I love you too,” I replied sincerely. “Now, we need to get you something to eat, hopefully--” My voice cut off when her expression suddenly became serious, as she started looking around. It was enough for me to quickly focus on my senses in alarm, only to not notice anything significant.
Just the trees rustling in the wind, the bird singing at each other, a few early cicadas chirping in the distance. It was actually kind of peaceful, or would have been were it not for what just happened in the house.
“What’s wrong?” I asked after a moment.
Her vibrant emerald eyes focused on me. “It’s just, you said your senses were stronger than regular people. But I don’t feel much different than usual, except maybe a little stronger.” She then held up her arms, focusing on her tan skin. “And I can’t seem to turn back to normal. I tried earlier after I was done cleaning up the floor, but nothing happened.” She sighed. “Although, I’m not really sure how to do it anyway.”
I honestly wasn’t sure either, since I had no idea how to explain a process that I’d just done naturally all my life.
I just did it.
I took a deep breath. “Well, let’s just focus on finding an animal to hunt for right now. We can worry about the details later.”
Gabriella frowned briefly before agreeing with a nod, prompting us to set off to hunt down a deer. I figured that would be easier for her than a predator like a coyote, or something really small that she might perceive as cute, like a squirrel. Granted, I wasn’t sure how she was going to do no matter what I picked out.
As we moved quickly, I noticed that she was definitely faster than a normal person, but there was no way she’d ever be able to outrun a four-legged animal at this point.
Still, it was surprisingly nice to run beside her at such an accelerated speed. In gym at school, I of course always had to hold back, making sure I wasn’t the fastest person, in order to avoid the coach trying to recruit me for track or something. Thus, I was familiar with running beside others. However, going at a pace that would be considered world record breaking for humans was a different experience.
Primarily because I’d never been around anyone who could even remotely keep up with me. It made me look forward to, and hope, that maybe Gabriella would actually get faster as time progressed, though I had no idea what to expect from this seemingly unprecedented transformation.
Once I located a deer with my nose and ears, I asked her to wait so I could catch it for her, knocking it unconscious and dragging it back. However, much to my surprise, when she caught sight of me, she eagerly ran to meet me halfway, suddenly seeming extremely cheerful.
And then, even more shocking, she didn’t even hesitate when I held the head up by its small antlers, wrapping her arms around the buck’s neck as she bit into its furry throat, readjusting her teeth a few times until she had the blood flowing, beginning to slurp it up with each heartbeat.
Seriously, I was in shock.
I watched her in disbelief, continuing to support most of the deer’s weight as she drank until its heart began sputtering and eventually stopped.
Finally, she pulled back, some of the blood having gotten on her already-torn shirt.
“Wow,” she exclaimed emphatically, a huge grin on her face, a little bit of blood actively disappearing on the corners of her mouth as it seemed to get absorbed into her skin. “That was extremely satisfying.”
“You liked it?” I asked seriously.
She nodded, leaning forward and grabbing my face to give me a long kiss on the lips, prompting me to drop the deer.
“Yep!” she agreed cheerfully, grinning up at me. “It was like caramel popcorn, but in liquid form. Salty, sweet, and buttery all at once. Possibly the best thing I’ve ever tasted…” She lowered her voice, gently rubbing her thumbs along my jaw. “Aside from your cum,” she added.
I cleared my throat, only able to nod.
She tilted her head to the side slightly. “What’s wrong?” she wondered, her expression adorable.
“Umm, you just seem different,” I admitted. “Like, you’ve gone from vegetarian to drinking blood in less than a day, as if it’s no big deal.”
She pouted. “Is it because of my smell?” she asked. “Did it change?”
I gave her a confused look. “No, but what does that have to do with anything?”
Her pout deepened. “Well, you never did tell me if that’s why you didn’t want me to stop being vegetarian.” She sighed. “But remember, I told you I grew up that way. I don’t have a particular issue with eating meat, other than habit. And I’d much rather kill a deer than accidentally kill a person.” She shivered then, dropping her hands from my face and wrapping her arms around herself. “It really scares me thinking about what might have happened if you hadn’t been there to wake me up.”
Honestly, I didn’t want to think about it either.
Because if I hadn’t been around, Gabriella could have killed my friend, and that was a horrifying thought indeed. Not to mention, I couldn’t even imagine how my fiancé would have felt when she did finally wake up, only to discover that she was drinking from Serenity’s neck.
I mean, being completely honest, if I woke up like that, I probably would have killed myself.
Especially if it was Serenity.
Which was even more reason to figure out what our limits were, to make sure nothing like that ever happened to either of us.
Unexpectedly, Gabriella cheered up again, dropping her arms and interrupting my thoughts. “So then, I still smell good?” she asked, sounding hopeful.
I just stared at her in disbelief, surprised by how quickly her emotions seemed to be shifting. “Umm, yeah. You still smell as amazing as always. Your scent hasn’t changed at all.” I frowned then, really focusing on it, wondering why it was the same.
I’d already considered that it might actually be because she was part-succubus, something that I’d almost forgotten about with everything going on. But I supposed this really confirmed that my assumption about her diet being the cause was wrong, because not only had she eaten meat the previous day, but she’d also just drank more blood than should be possible for her stomach to hold. Yet, she still had that intoxicating smell somewhat similar to the taste of maple syrup.
So then, maybe it was truly because she was part-succubus.
Granted, we hadn’t actually confirmed that yet, since Gabriella’s mom hadn’t gotten back to her.
However, either way, Serenity usually had the same base scent too, despite what she ate, just not as potent as Gabriella’s aroma, and much more normal too. So I shouldn’t be so surprised it wasn’t due to her diet.
Although, with my housemate’s scent, while she didn’t smell bad to me, I’d never compare it to something related to food. Serenity just smelled like a human female -- a very familiar scent that was extremely comforting, but not appetizing. Or more specifically, the scent itself didn’t provoke my sexual appetite, like Gabriella’s smell did.
“Well, that’s good,” my fiancé replied with a dramatic sigh. “Knowing that how I smelled was so important to you, that’s been my biggest concern.”
I nodded slowly, my thoughts returning to the seriousness of what almost happened back at the house. “But I guess that means I need to go catch another deer now. And shoot myself.”
That got her attention, her expression immediately somber. Her voice was barely a whisper as she responded. “I can shoot myself instead, if you want. You have a better chance of stopping me from hurting anyone.”
I was again taken aback, before I shook my head. “I really can’t believe this. Offering to shoot yourself? And you drank the deer’s blood like it was no big deal. How are you coping with this so easily?” I asked seriously.
She almost looked like she was about to cry now. “Kai, I love you. A lot.” She took a deep breath, glancing away. “I accepted that this was your reality pretty quickly, and I even imagined what it would be like for you…” She paused, only to scoff. “I’ve certainly read enough vampire books to imagine it.” She then sighed, focusing up at me again. “So it’s not too difficult for me to accept this as my reality too. Besides, my body wanted it. The blood was really good, so it wasn’t hard to give into that craving. And, if anything, it makes me happy that I’m like you now.”
Happy?
I hadn’t really thought about how I felt about this, aside from feeling guilty that I’d given her my problems. But that kind of brought up a good point.
Did it make me happy?
Not that it really mattered, since I couldn’t change what I’d done. But I had been perfectly content with her being a normal person. Although, now that I thought about it, maybe this meant I wouldn’t have to worry about her dying from a gunshot too easily.
Not to mention…
“Hey,” I said gently, glancing down at her stomach. “Can you lift your shirt up a little?” I wondered.
Gabriella gave me a confused look, before reaching down, yanking her fitted shirt up to just below her chest, revealing all of her firm tan stomach. “Why?” she wondered. “Something wrong?”
I shook my head, taking a step to the side to confirm what was already obvious. “No. But your bruising is gone.”
She immediately looked down too, twisting to the side, her butt sticking out as she tried to look at her lower back, her dimples becoming more visible from the position, though the nastiest bruise from the Taser had been higher. “Huh, well that’s certainly a perk,” she commented.
I nodded slowly, with it finally settling in that this might be a good thing.
At the very least, she would probably perceive it as a benefit if her senses got stronger. For me, the world was so much richer than it seemed to be for a normal person, largely because I could hear, smell, and see so much more than most people. Not to mention being able to run for miles without tiring, and also having the ability to fly.
I could never imagine being a normal person, and realized I’d never want to be normal if given the choice. Even despite the problems that came with it.
Taking a deep breath, I let it out slowly, refocusing my thoughts on what I had to do next. “Well, regarding the gun thing, it seems you aren’t fully like me at this point. At least not yet. So we don’t know for sure you would be able to handle a gunshot like I would. For one, you might not heal as fast, and it’s not worth the risk.”
She pouted again, but nodded in agreement.
Before continuing, I focused more heavily on my nose, testing the air to confirm what I was about to say. “Plus, there are no people around for miles. So if something happens, there are plenty of other wildlife for me to attack, assuming the next deer I catch isn’t enough.”
She frowned but gave me another small nod.
Leaning forward, I wrapped my arms around her and gave her a kiss, only to take a deep breath of her scent. “Okay, I’ll be back.”
“I love you,” she whispered as I pulled away.
“I love you too,” I replied sincerely, turning and beginning to jog toward what sounded like the nearest deer a couple of miles in the distance. However, as I got closer I had to abandon that particular one, because I caught a whiff of human, and while the person was far enough away, chasing down the deer could last sometimes half a mile or more, especially if it sensed me coming before I got close enough. Not to mention, the trees seemed thinner in that direction, and I just didn’t want to chance it.
I assumed it must be a hiker or something, because while it was definitely bow season this time in April, I was pretty sure it was for turkeys or something, not deer. Thankfully, Nick hadn’t known any better when we were discussing the deer thing the previous evening, though I had to admit I didn’t pay much attention to that kind of thing either.
If anything, that would have been a better excuse for why a hunter might leave a deer in the middle of our yard. Because it wasn’t the right hunting season.
About ten minutes later, and I’d picked up on another deer, sneaking up on it without issue and taking it down. Unfortunately, it woke up as I was dragging it back, so I had to knock it out again before continuing on.
Gabriella seemed concerned when she caught sight of me, though I suspected it was just because of what I was about to do. She met me halfway again, and when I knelt down in front of the deer’s limp body, pulling out the gun from my pocket, she knelt behind me to wrap herself around my torso, leaning her forehead against the back of my white hair, pressing her heavy tits into my shoulders.
She had one of her arms across my chest, her upper arm against my neck while her hand was on my side, prompting me to gently kiss the part of her arm resting against my cheek. She gave me a squeeze in response, keeping her forehead buried.
I took a deep breath, made sure the safety was off, and then held the barrel up to the meaty part of my forearm.
“Ready?” I whispered.
She only nodded in response, holding me tighter.
I took another deep breath, and then pulled the trigger.
The ricocheting gunshot was louder than I was anticipating, causing us both to flinch, the thunderous noise immediately silencing all the birds and few cicadas, though the pain itself wasn’t nearly as bad as I was expecting. Certainly nothing like I’d experienced the previous night, even if it still hurt like hell. The bullet also wasn’t in my arm, having gone straight through and buried itself in the ground.
The entry and exit wounds immediately began gushing blood, and the craving to drink blood resurfaced, but within seconds the bleeding had stopped, leaving me with a chilled sensation as my skin healed up.
The thumping of the unconscious deer’s heart beating began sounding louder, my focus being drawn to it, but resisting didn’t feel any more difficult than it had been last night.
“Are you alright?” Gabriella whispered after a few seconds.
I took a deep breath. “Yeah, I’m fine so far. I have the urge, but it isn’t too bad.”
She nodded, giving me another squeeze.
Readjusting the barrel of the gun, I gave her a quick warning and then shot a second time. I felt lightheaded for a moment this time, but could already tell that not much else had changed. Thus, I repositioned the gun, and fired again.
The wound stopped bleeding just as fast as before, but it didn’t seem to heal right away this time.
Yet still, the craving for blood didn’t seem to get any stronger.
“I think I need to try to bleed more,” I announced. “Because the urge isn’t changing. I probably need to hit a major artery or something,” I added, positioning the barrel on my bicep.
Gabriella nodded against the back of my head, glancing at what I was doing. “You need to move the gun a little lower then,” she instructed quietly. “There’s a major artery that runs down the center.”
I glanced back at her in surprise, causing her to pull her head away slightly.
She answered my confused expression. “Anatomy and Physiology, remember?” she said simply.
“Oh, right,” I replied, my brow furrowing as I readjusted the gun. “Thanks,” I added, getting ready to pull the trigger again.
She didn’t respond, holding me tight in preparation. It was obvious she hated this, but we both knew it had to be done. We had to know what would happen if we were hurt too badly, and I suspected that blood loss was the most important aspect. Because while I’d suffered a lot of damage last night, those harpoon-like projectiles had also prevented excessive bleeding.
And with the way my body worked, even internal bleeding likely didn’t count as blood loss, since my body could seemingly just reabsorb it. If anything, that might have been why I was able to keep my own sanity even despite the situation.
Taking another controlled breath, I pulled the trigger.
Instantly, the bullet lodged itself in my bone, my body jerking forward from the agony, barely managing to stifle a scream as it began gushing all over my side. Gabriella immediately started to apologize over and over again, as if it was somehow her fault, her scent laced with guilt and remorse.
My head felt like it was swimming as I tried to pull myself together, my vision dark around the edges.
“I think I’m going to pass out,” I hissed just as my vision darkened even more.
“What should I do?” I heard Gabriella ask urgently, her voice sounding like it was a mile away, both of us knowing we hadn’t planned for something like this to happen.
But I wasn’t able to respond, feeling like I couldn’t form coherent thoughts as the ground abruptly came a little closer, my head dropping.
I barely heard Gabriella urgently ask something else, but I couldn’t hear her now, my mind fading away entirely, a low growl the only sound rumbling in my ears.
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This is a long story that involves lots of plot and action, as well as sexual engagements that are detailed and intimate. This story is actually available on amazon and patreon too, but I have several places where I'm posting it for free.
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Original: November 19, 2020 (Copyright 2020 Kaizer Wolf)