Red Awakening #6

Author's Note: Had a pretty serious scare -- there was a big storm and rain got into my shack. My PC got wet and wouldn't turn on, and I was pretty sure I was giga-fucked, but after a couple days it's now working again! Woot!

Anywhos, here's Red Awakening! A bit of a smuttier installment, this time!

[story] [fu/fu] [vampire type stuff]

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I hold my gaze on the slender silhouette in the window for a long time, and it remains quite motionless. Whether it’s waiting for me to make the first move, or to convince myself it isn’t there, I’m uncertain – but I am not a creature of patience. I flick my tongue forth, tasting the air, searching for anything amiss, but I come up with nothing that does not belong in my apartment. I must take a bold action, and I am entirely willing to do so. “Who are you?”

There’s another long moment of silence, a minute at least, before the shadow shifts, then moves, flowing through space as if swimming in mercury, its movements a little too fast and a little too fluid. Even my flawless night vision cannot make the thing’s shape out, beyond it being vaguely humanoid, but I waste no time in lashing out the instant it’s in reach – I snap an arm outward like the sudden strike of a viper, reaching my fingers for where I think its throat should be. I move with such speed and decisiveness that I doubt an ordinary human could even perceive the attack with the naked eye, yet when my strike ‘lands,’ the shadow dissipates in the air, as if it had never existed at all.

“You’re faster than I expected… but not, I expect, as fast as you think you are.” The voice comes from the worst possible place – behind me. A sense of rage swells in my chest, and I feel my fangs extend of their own volition. Whirling in place, I turn towards the source of the sound, ready to pounce… and see a woman, as unafraid of me as I may have been of a newborn fawn. She’s reclined on the chair I’d just been sitting on, legs tucked demurely beneath her, but one arm dangling lazily over the seat’s back, as if eager to prove how unconcerned she is with the threat I present.

Now is my turn to be silent. Despite only being dressed in dark blue scrub bottoms and a black bra, and very clearly at a disadvantage, I decide to go against my newfound nature – instead of trying to attack her again, I take the opportunity to study her. She’s small; even shorter and slimmer than I am, with ruby-painted lips and a forward-slouching puff of raven black hair, with strange patterns and symbols shaved into the sides of her head. Her eyes are large and blood red, and her face distinctly heart-shaped, with her pallid skin, rosy cheeks, and smug expression giving her an almost clownish appearance. Her attire is difficult to classify as ‘attire’ at all, consisting of a cacophonous mélange of bits of fabric; strips of leather, scraps of cloth, a bit of nylon or fishnets to spice things up. Her color palette is consistent, largely dark shades of blue, red, and purple, with enough black to tie everything together.

“I’ll ask you one more time,” I let out a low snarl, crouching slightly in the event that I need to dodge or spring forward. “Who are you?”

“Threats won’t get you too far with me, sweetheart,” she says, offering a smile – one that reveals her fangs. They’re delicate, a little smaller than mine, but it’s clear that she’s a vampire… or something adjacent, anyway. “Fortunately, I’m not here to play rough. Your kind always need a gentle touch, and I’ve had enough time to learn that firsthand. I’m Music-Box, but, ah… well, usually people just call me Muse.”

I hesitate. Her arrogant tone and posture make me want to attack again, but her final statement is sufficient to take me off guard. Suddenly, the only question I can think to ask is the most obvious one. “...Your name is ‘Music-Box’?”

“Problem with that?” she arches a thin, arched brow, then sticks her tongue out at me. “I never said my name was Music-Box, silly. I said I am Music-Box. There’s a difference! Like how your name is Zoey Gataki, but you are a problematic free-roaming Feral that’s making the higher-ups in Darkhaven veeeeery nervous.”

So that explains it. She’s with the Echelon – or working for them – likely the agent they sent to check up on me. My ‘handler.’ My fucking babysitter. Before I have time to get angry, though, I digest the rest of what she said. “I’m… making them nervous?” I feel a warm glow of satisfaction rise up in my belly.

“Don’t get too excited, baby.” She has to stop referring to me with diminutives. “They’re nervous ‘cause you’re a loose cannon, not because you’re a serious threat. You’re sort of an… inconvenience, I guess. Like, imagine if you were building a Lego set, and your two-year-old nephew was playing with a remote-controlled car elsewhere in the room. You keep telling him to keep the car over by the kitchen, but it keeps getting cloooser and cloooser to the miniature AT-AT walker you’ve spent the last six hours on. Are you afraid of your nephew? No, not really. But you’re definitely nervous.” She sits up, popping booted feet on the floor and leaning forward, narrow chin cradled atop her wrists. “In case you weren’t following – Jack’s the nephew, you’re the car, and Darkhaven is the AT-AT.”

“And what does that make you?” I narrow my eyes at her, but my posture relaxes slightly. It doesn’t seem like this is heading in the direction of physical conflict, or if it is, she doesn’t seem like she’ll be the one to initiate it.

“It makes me the babysitter, who gets called in to put the nephew in the other room.” There’s a cold certainty in her voice that contrasts her sort of lazy swagger, and she punctuates the statement with a broad, fanged smile. “But don’t worry about all that! Just don’t go all ‘raaawr, rip tear bite’ on me and we’ll be best buds. Like good homies. Maybe even sisters!”

Sisters. Sisters? The word sparks something in my mind, and I blink – something Muse clearly notices. It’s a memory. I had… I have sisters. Two sisters, younger than me. Phoebe and Daphne, the twins. They’re in high school now, right? Studying at MacMaster. I can’t believe I forgot about th– no, that was a different person. A different Zoey. Wasn’t it?

“Oooh, I saw that. Sorry, didn’t mean to make anything pop off in that juiced-up brainbox of yours.” Muse leans forward a little more, then slips off her seat entirely, moving towards me like a cat stalking its prey. “I won’t say ‘sisters’ anymore, then. Especially when we can be so much more… the Echelon didn’t tell me how cute you were.”

I flinch as she reaches out, caressing slim fingers along my bare shoulder. Her touch is cool, but gentle, and her eyes search mine with a sort of playful inquiry – she’s being bold, knows it, and wants to see how receptive I’m being to her advances. It puts me in something of an interesting position: how do I want to move forward with her? Do I attack again, make myself the nuisance everyone seems to think I am? Do I keep Music-Box at arm’s length, do my best to ignore her until I can shake her off entirely? Or do I go ahead and have some… fun… with this whole situation?

Muse is nothing if not easy on the eyes, of course, even if she does strike me as someone who was probably way too into Emilie Autumn even before she became a vampire. She’s shorter and slimmer than me, tiny breasts, and just enough hips to give her silhouette some pleasant definition. Absolutely someone I could see taking for a spin, under different circumstances. And sure, things are weird with Nina right now – and I still need to talk to her soon – but that didn’t get in my way when I stroked off that cute bloodbag in Darkhaven.

“Is this some sort of ploy to get me to trust you?” I say suspiciously, but bluff to counter her, taking a step forward so that we’re desperately close, nearly in kissing distance.

“Not a chance, honey,” she licks her lips, looking up slightly so that she can hold eye contact with me. “It’s no fun to spy on someone who trusts you, and I don’t need your trust to do my job.”

“Why the sudden flirting, then?”

“You’re the one not wearing a shirt,” she parries coyly.

“You’re the one who broke into my apartment.”

“Touché,” she grins. “Maybe I just like redheads; ever think of that, smartypants?” Unexpectedly, she makes another move, this one even bolder – with one hand remaining on my shoulder, her other hand dips between my legs, gently cupping my dick and balls, giving them a subtle massage with her palm and feeling the former begin to slowly swell in size. “You’re young… you’ve probably never fucked another vampire before, have you?”

“No,” I swallow, biting my lip, my extended fang drawing a tiny bead of blood from it. While I wasn’t expecting things to escalate so quickly, I can’t deny how exciting her grasp is. “But I get the feeling I’m about to.”

“You’re the big, strong, scary Feral,” her voice lowers to a whisper, and her hand now slips beneath my pants, grabbing my hardening shaft and giving it a gentle squeeze, starting to stroke it. “If you don’t want this, you can toss me away like a paper doll any time you want, right?” She strokes me a little harder, a little faster, and I don’t fight back – only responding in the form of a quiet moan, which broadens the grin on her face. “Didn’t think so.”

I close my eyes for a moment, then finally just accept that this is happening – Muse’s hand feels too good for me not to want more, so if we’re going to do this, we may as well do it right. I close the distance between us and press my lips to hers, reaching behind my back to unhook my bra as I do so. I squirm out of the little black undergarment and toss it aside, then bring my hands to Muse’s waist and guide her towards the bedroom. I wasn’t certain she’d actually let me touch her, or if she’d turn into mist or some shit, but she allows me to ease her towards the bed and finally lay her down on it. “Alright… you wanted this, I’ll give it to you,” I growl under my breath as our kiss parts, shimmying out of my scrub bottoms and freeing my achingly stiff girldick.

“Sweetheart, don’t act like this isn’t the best case scenario,” Muse smirks, leaning back on the bed and spreading her legs, opting to simply displace some of her strange semi-garments rather than removing them outright. She exposes her perky little tits, then shifts aside what appear to be black leather panties, revealing a small, smooth penis that matches the rest of her petite figure, and beneath that, the little pink entrance of her asshole. Both hands quickly go to her tight, springy butt, spreading her cheeks apart as she eye-fucks me. “Would you rather have a boring babysitter that watches you from afar, or a hot, crazy babysitter that wants you to fuck her up the ass? Seems like an easy call to me, but what do I know.”

“Damn, you didn’t even consider being the one fucking me, eh?” I arch a brow, pinning her to the bed and kissing her again, which she returns vigorously. “I guess you really know what you want. I like that.”

“Don’t get too attached,” she grins evilly, “I am still here to spy on you, after all. That said, speaking of knowing what I want, now’s a good time to let you know that I am very into creampies, so don’t you fucking dare pull out of me, alright baby?”

“Wouldn’t dream of it.” Fuck, this girl’s as crazy as her weird-ass name. Maybe the Echelon did me a favor when they sent this nutcase to come bother me. I wonder if her technique is this… unconventional… with everyone she’s sent to spy on?

My lips drift from hers, and I kiss my way down her slim body, dotting my lips against every stray, exposed bit of flesh as I go. A soft lick and bite at her nipple, then down farther, down her belly, leaving a trail of smooches along the length of her undersized girldick. She’s stiffened, but the limit on how hard she can get seems to be rather restrictive, as she doesn’t seem to be swelling beyond the four-or-so inches she’s already managed to achieve. Nonetheless, I enjoy the sound of her soft, excited moans as I kiss my way down her balls, finally letting my tongue dance and play in the smooth, pale indent of her anus, getting her nice and wet before I give her what I know she really wants.

“Mmn… foreplay… didn’t expect that out of you,” Muse purrs. “Nnh… y-yeah you dirty bitch, tongue my asshole before you stuff your fat cock into it…!”

I’m only a little taken aback by how aggressive she’s being – I’ve already come around to the idea that Muse is a bit unhinged, so accepting it is the obvious next stop. I do as she asks (or rather demands), pushing my tongue firmly against her tight opening and lapping assertively at it, coating it with my cool, slick saliva. One unusual thing I’ve noticed about becoming a vampire is that my saliva is decidedly more slippery, functioning far better as a lubricant than I might have expected, and it definitely helps speed things along in the bedroom – something Muse is about to find out.

The oral attention I pay to Muse’s backdoor is expedient but thorough; she got me riled up, and we both know where this is going to lead. I trail my tongue back up her small, smooth balls, then climb up fully onto the bed, planting my knees at either side of her and lifting her legs up, swiftly locking her slim, flexible frame into a mating press that she seems almost too excited for. “Hehehahaha… yeah, yeah, fuck me hard, Feral bitch! Stuff me! Break my ass– eek!”

I don’t let her get too far before I give her what she wants. I prod the tip of my stiff girlcock against her tight rear tunnel and cram it inside, breaching her with greater force and vigor than a human woman would be capable of either exerting or surviving. Fortunately, neither participant in this rough anal coupling are human. With her folded up like a pretzel beneath me, I thrust forward recklessly, burying every inch of my girldick into her ass. I draw back, and plunge in once more, spreading the lubrication I’ve provided to her deepest reaches, while also testing exactly how deep this tight ass goes. And she is indeed tight – especially considering how recklessly anally inclined she is, her backside puts up plenty of resistance that I relish in pushing past. “Unngh! Fuck, you feel great. I wish those ghouls in the Echelon had told me they were gonna send such a little slut to check up on me.”

She flashes a wide, fanged grin at me, her legs winding around my waist. “Mmn, now you’re ready to sing along.” Phew – while Muse clearly enjoys dirty talk, I’m not sure how good I’ll be at it, but she seems pleased enough. Still, I decide to focus on what I’m good at, and return my focus to ramming my cock into her, hollowing her snug hole out with wild, continuous thrusts of my hips. I’m quickly coming to understand what she was suggesting when she asked if I had ever fucked another vampire, because this is a very different experience. Not in the details, really – it’s still a hard dick going into a tight, wet hole, and while the pleasure is somewhat heightened, more crisp and clear, it’s still essentially pleasure. No, the difference is in the speed and sheer power with which we’re meeting. I drill into her again and again with the kind of force that makes the bed shudder and creak, and there are a few moments where I genuinely fear for its survival… but Music-Box is completely on board and unharmed, gazing into my eyes with her big red ones and smiling that maniacal smile as she pushes herself back up against me. There’s no fear or concern for one another’s safety. We’re immortal, and we can fuck as hard as we want.

I rail her for what feels like an hour, but considering the speed we’re going at, is likely substantially less. The absence of feeding and the total lack of heat buildup between us makes this rather different from any sex I’ve had as a human or a vampire, but it’s rapturous in its brutality. Finally, I feel her tight hole clench and spasm around me, see Muse’s back arch with ecstasy as an orgasm shakes through her, and I give her what she wants – my cock pulsates, and finally unloads, shooting burst after burst of thick, sticky spunk deep into her greedy asshole, the creamy reward she so craved. I watch as her eyes roll back into her head, and plant a fierce kiss on her lips, fangs teasing along her skin as we ride out our undead climaxes together.

“Hahh… fuck… that was better than I expected,” Music-Box coos, finally relaxing back against the mattress, her backdoor struggling to close itself back up after my girlcock has slipped free of it. “See, I told you this is more fun than just being surly and trying to fight me.”

“And… what will you tell the Echelon?” I murmur, rolling sideways to lay next to her, gazing at the sun rising through the window curtains.

“Oh, don’t think you’re rid of me,” she giggles. “I’ll have to stay with you for a while, keep an eye on your progress, and how you interact with mortals. But don’t worry… I’ll be up for a lot more ‘bonding time’ while I’m around.”