At The End Of Their Tunnel Vision

Chapter XIV

So far Narelle's life fell into a comfortable routine again. She was doing great with her work with bonuses of having enjoyable companions. And the days apparently flew faster than she wanted. Meaning her second month finally approached. At first she tried making herself acquainted with the night shift boys whenever some of them happened to come earlier. Her interactions with Eric and Gunther were decent. Both of them didn't mind her being a human female(thanks to the cup Ailey provided) as long as she wouldn't slack off in her job. Theodore wasn't talkative but the way he stared at her was giving her a heebie-jeebies. But Jasper was the worst. Jasper gave her a scare one time when she was clocking out for work. And thankfully Theodore was there to stop the elf from advancing towards her. She couldn't be alone with Jasper since the dark elf was a total pervert towards woman.

Now, Narelle found herself unmotivated by her last day off of the month before her new shift for tomorrow. Currently lounging on the sofa with her stomach flat on to the cushion, as her eyes stared listlessly on the tv screen. Alone in the apartment with only the sound of the voices from the activated device to sooth the silence of the room. Her mind instantly drifted towards her roommate.

Unfortunately after her admittance towards her feelings for the dark angel, Narelle began reacting overly conscious whenever Elliot was near. She didn't know actually voicing out her fondness towards her roommate would cause a significant effect. Like a constant fluttering in her tummy or the sudden drumming of her heart whenever she saw him. Elliot even became a constant visitor in her subconscious, manifesting in her dreams. And recently it was becoming an alarming dream.

The dream would start with them hanging out. But the recent dreams she had turned into something more... intimate. And before the dream advanced into a steamy wet dream, she would be pulled out in the reality, still high with need. The lingering heat from the dreams washed by the guilt and shame. Especially when she ran straight into the bathroom to wash the panty that had been damp from the wetness, leaked out in her private area.

Narelle tried to deny the s****l attraction she felt for her roommate. Reminding herself, she only liked him as a friend, it should stay that way. So, she couldn't be lusting over him. But the more she restrained herself, the desire to touch him even invaded her waking thoughts. The hunger she didn't feel for five years resurfaced with sharp fangs and claws that relentlessly mauling her self-control. She was starving that even her medicine couldn't stifle the quaking hunger at the pit of her core. Did she get immune to the effects of the suppressor that the medicine could no longer hold off the hunger?

A groan resonated through her throat when a spike of tingling sensation bolted from her lower region. She got up and went straight in the kitchen to make herself the tea her mom used to make. Hoping to stave off her damn hunger. When she got back into the living room, her hands almost released the hold she got on her cup upon seeing Elliot standing at his spot beside the window. But instead of doing his usual habit, he stood there just looking at the window as if in deep rumination.

Narelle cautiously took a step towards the couch and sat at the other end of the sofa, away from her roommate. An unexpected flinch responded to Elliot's booming voice from his sudden question.

"So, you are avoiding me." He snapped. Clearly upset at her obvious cowering. "I let you take a break when I noticed the first signs of your avoidance. But it is infuriating when you continue acting like a raccoon digging a hole to hide for f*****g winter. Tell me, do you have a problem that I should be aware of?"

Pain erupted on her lips when she bit a little too hard. Of course, he noticed. "I-I," f**k she didn't know what to say. And to make everything worse the tea didn't help. "I'm not feeling well lately." Her mouth started to water from the sheer hunger.

"For almost three weeks?" he spat.

His reply only made her cower in her seat even further. She understood if he was upset because he was concerned for her. But she wanted to tell him the concern wasn't really needed because he wasn't the problem. It was her.

Then she saw him staring at the cup she brought. Causing her thoughts to race wildly in her head. And the more the silence passed over them, the more her heart went into an erratic pounding in her chest.

"Are you even gonna tell me anything?" he asked.

She squirmed in her seat acting nervous and feigned innocence at his question. "Tell you what?"

"About you being unwell." He stared at her with undivided attention. Elliot was keenly observing her if she would even try lying to him.

As if she would even try, knowing she was an awful liar. Narelle thought about running into her room, but the way Elliot's stares told her the dark angel wouldn't let her off this time. She just hoped her anxiety could mask the growing scent of her arousal. "It's because it has something to do with my hunger."

"What about it, Narelle?"

She wanted him to stop asking anymore but she was so full of urge to be taken control, thinking she might lure him if she told him. Even though she detested the feeling, her instinct was screaming at her. Taken over by her submissive nature she told him the truth.

"The medicine. I don't know why it stopped working recently. I feel like I want to feed again." Yes, she desperately wanted to feed but she solely felt it towards Elliot. Her desire was blindingly intense that all she could ever think now was him. And it scares her. What if he was repulsed by the fact she was craving for him?

A nudge on her shoulder tagged her out of her trance and she only noticed Elliot occupied the space beside her. A touch on her shoulder, he touched her, he was too close. His unique woody scent with a hint of sweetness wafted through her unsuspecting nose, which worsened her biting hunger.

For the first time she saw Elliot expressed utter discomfort in his usual composed miem. "Do you need help?"

She shook her head trying to get a hold of herself. Even though her whole body almost sprang towards her roommate after hearing his offer. A doubt wiggle in her lust ridden mind. Is it ok? To feed on him.

Desperate for touch she clutched the front of Elliot's dress shirt and leaned on his chest. Controlling the rhythm of her breath as she felt like panting from the overwhelming need pulsing in her entire system. "I-I need your consent, Elli. Because I had to k-kiss you. J-just a kiss. P-please Elli." Staring at fuzzy orbs of her roommates eyes she realised she had pulled herself away from the safety of his chest and slowly leaned at Elliot's face.

A shiver raked her entire body when she felt him touch her cheek, soothing caress on her blazing need. "Just a kiss, then," he said with unexpected tenderness in his voice.

Narelle closed her eyes in anticipation. When his lips made contact with hers, she felt like her whole body was bursting with an overloading sparks of an electrifying sensation course all over her. Although the texture of his lips was much more dense because of his strange structure. It compensated with how careful he clasped his lips with hers. One of her arms pulled Elliot closer while the other held the back of his head. Locking him as he began moving her lips. In her desperate, erratic movement Elliot growled and pulled away. To her dismay she released a frustrated whine, making Elliot chuckled. Panting heavily from the seething need, she glared at the dark angel. She was about to pull him again when her whole body was stopped. When she looked around she saw black shiny strings wrapped around her wrist.

"I know you are overwhelmed right now. But try to relax. You act like you want to devour me whole," he said. Smirk formed on his lips. When she tried pulling herself, confusion began drawing her into realisation that she couldn't move any inch of her body. As if a puppet hanging in the air from the strings attached in her flesh. "You are still conscious, right?" Narelle nodded her head. Although ashamed by her desirous hunger, she was aching in impatience to be appeased. "We will try again, ok. But I will take the lead. Is that all right, Narelle?"

Naralle let her hunger speak for her, she nodded in eagerness as a reply. The bind on both of her wrist let loose when Elliot snapped his fingers. She didn't even bother thinking about how Elliot could conjure strings out of nowhere and had absolute control over her body. It only made the lusting fire burn every nerve in her body. When the lids on her eyes had fallen shut upon situating both of her arms on her roommate's shoulders, she released a pleased sigh. The warmth of his hands placed beside her face sent a fluttering feeling in her chest. And for the second time their lips met once again. This time she restrained moving, waiting for the dark angel's lead. Unlike her motion earlier, Elliot moved in such gentleness, tenderly nipping at her from time to time. His kiss held softness far beyond what she had before.

But she had to feed and she shouldn't be enjoying this too much. Yet, her body told her otherwise when an audible moan produced in her throat. And she didn't know if her roommate had a tongue to shove inside her mouth, so she deepened the kiss. Just waiting for the right time when Elliot reciprocated opening his mouth so she could feed.

The hand holding the side of her face shifted at the back of her head, pressing her, pulling her closer, followed by the arm wrapped around her waist. Securing her small frame within his hold. And it appeared her body meld perfectly on the space between his body, making them closer than before.

A loud, alarmed squeal broke out from her when a warm gelatinous organ slid in her unsuspecting mouth. Oh, f**k. Elliot had a tongue all along. She wanted to pull away but the dark angel held her off. The feeling of sweet lust washed over her mouth when his strange tongue tangled with hers. Soon her concern melted from the hunger getting filled up. Her own tongue began moving with him that started to flare a tingling sensation at her lower region.

Narelle never felt this good for a long time. Elliot's desire was so pure and it surprised her with how good Elliot was from ravishing her. She was filled with doubt if she could even draw a form of energy her kind was draining from every creature they fed from. With that in mind she was left with a thought she would be mulling over after this. And if she didn't pull away now she might end up getting addicted to him.

But the way he kissed her already made her hooked from the feeling he roused in her. Beside she still had to f*****g breath! Narelle twisted her head to the side and successfully pulled herself away from the kiss. She was panting and trembling from the dizzying high she just soared into. Her head dropped on her roommate's shoulder. It was so unfair when her roommate's chest didn't have to move violently and it only meant the dark angel didn't even have to struggle with his breathing because of his abnormal physiology.

Elliot pulled away from her and slumped his back on the backrest of the couch as he tugged the tie loose around his neck, before resting his forearm in front of his eyes.

"How was it?" he asked.

The lingering taste of his tongue imprinted in her mind like a tattoo punctured a permanent sensation in her. But her eyes couldn't look away from the dotted glowing cyan dusted on Elliot's ebony cheeks. It made her wonder if the kiss they shared had similar effects like what she was experiencing.

"It's g-good." She swallowed the clumps that suddenly clogged in her throat. It was too good, the best she actually had. "We're still friends, right?"

Elliot moved his arms away from his eyes and stared at her as if checking something in her eyes. "Of course. I am just helping a friend, is it not?" He returned the position of his arms covering his eyes. "I am aware of your reluctance towards having a commitment, Narelle. So, whatever I feel is my sole responsibility. I will not force you into anything I know you are not ready for."

Oh. Narelle was definitely moved by his clarification. Knowing he strictly stayed true with his words like an oath devoted to be fulfilled. And all she could utter was a simple word of gratitude in return.

But deep within the pit in her guts the nibbling concern. Sooner or later the energy she absorbed on her roommate would run out? If the medicine failed suppressing her hunger, she was bound from getting starved again?

She could only hope this would be the last time she had to feed again.