Wings Of The Foretold

The Hunger

    We boarded onto a different jet, and her colleagues took off in the one we had arrived here in. Whoever they were, May certainly wasn't a high ranking official. They had spent an awful lot of time i assume giving her orders for my mission before they boarded and sent her over to the jet that would take us to leroy's private mansion. I felt anxious, and in pain. As much as I hated to think about it I needed to feed.

     I knew my father's patron would have humans there for my exclusive use, and I could hold off till then but it was going to be agonizing. I tried once more to push my aura out around my body, finding I could fluctuate it a bit but still couldn't get it to leave my center. I sighed turning to face the small window, we were headed in hopefully the right direction this time, I stared at the earth below us and fiddled with the bag I was given. Pulling the papers back out to, once again, go over what I was tasked with.

    I stared down at a printed portrait of a man with a rounded face, short dark hair, bushy furrowed brows, but most noticeably and most importantly, deep red eyes. An Anu. My Anu. The man who supposedly had paid quite handsomely to rig my auction in his favor, and who unfortunately for him, and me, was a target of the Collection.

     May had informed me that that was what they called themselves. The collection of human and human allies against cruelty and injustice. Or the collection, for short. Pushing the papers back into the black bag, I let out a harsh breath before pulling out the device I had been told was a phone. I had seen phones before. My father had one in his office, but this small, and suspiciously flat device looked nothing like the big bulky contraption my father had on his desk in his office. 

    No cords, no keys for putting in numbers. I fiddled with the odd sleek contraption, that apparently had the ability to put me in contact with anyone I wanted, trying to wrap my head around the concept that something so small could do what my father's phone could. "What are you doing?" May's voice cut through my thoughts, startling me and causing me to drop the phone on the floor. " Sorry, sorry I just" I fumbled over my words reaching down to pick it back up, worried I might have broken the flimsy thing and promptly smashed my head right into the seat in front of me.

 "Ahhhhg!"  Biting my lip and holding my head in both hands, I fought back the urge to curse loudly. Unfortunately I couldn't help but let out a moan of pain. I heard May sigh and saw her reach down to pick up the phone for me. Her arm brushed against my leg, the smell of her shampoo wafted up around me, and then it hit me, the hunger. 

    It hit me harder than i have ever experienced in my life. My bones ached, my throat burned, my core felt as if it would shatter to pieces. I stiffened and tried to stifle a scream. 

"Are you okay?" She asked 

"it didn't look like you hit your head that hard."

 I clenched my teeth. Her voice sounded like it was under water. She needed to get away from me. And fast. I bit down harder, hearing my teeth grind under the pressure.

"Run, get away from me, please, you..." I sucked in air through my teeth.

 "I can't, I won't be able." Another jagged breath escaped me 

"to stop myself, please." I meant for it to sound urgent or intimidating but my last words came out in a whimper.

 My aura was forcing its way up through my body, painfully. I don't think it was ever meant to be inside of me. My body tensed and spasms shook through me.

 "You're hungry aren't you?" She stated flatly.

    Her voice sounding more far away than it did before. I didn't reply. I couldn't, not without risking losing myself. She let out a harsh breath of air and ran her hand through her hair before turning to me with a stony expression 

"Well, I guess I'll have to feed you then."

 The terror ensued by her words brought me back for a moment.

 "no you can't you have to,"

 " have to what?" She interrupted?

 "Leave your here in a pitiful heap, for Christ sake prince-ling you look like you're on death's door and your my f*****g responsibility."

 She adjusted her backpack straps on her shoulders and shifted in her seat to face me.

 "The passengers on this plane are also my responsibility,” she snapped pushing her finger hard against my chest, the impact making me shift backward in my seat slightly while the heat radiating from her finger pressed directly to the center of my core sent a wave of ecstasy pulsating throughout my being causing my aura to spasm within in me. a low guttural grown resounded in my throat from the feeling, but she did not seem to take any notice, fore she continued her speech in clipped tones.   

 “and like it or not I have direct to orders from my superiors to keep you contained, and I am not to let you from my site until i have debriefed you on your exact instructions and dropped you off securely at your destination."

    I heard her take a sharp intake of breath and her heart rate pick up abruptly before I felt her hands grip my shoulders tightly.

 "So just feed damnit."

    I felt my body being pulled toward hers, her nails digging into my shoulders, felt her hair brush against my cheek as my head fell forward toward her neck, the smell of Amber radiated from her skin, and the feel of her trembling body made my head spin. She was trying to hide it, but I could sense it, smell it. Her fear. Thick and intoxicating, mingling with the scent of her Amber perfume.

    I felt her neck against my lips, and i broke. My aura smashed through my skin like a brick through glass, in a sickening mix of pain and pure euphoria My aura enveloped us in a thick almost tangible fog. I gasped, my hands moving involuntarily to the back of her neck, my fingers entwining themselves in the smooth soft hairs at the nape of her neck. I adjusted my head, moving my mouth to the front of her neck, right on top of her through chakra, its blue pulsating energy brushing against my lips, begging to be pulled in, to flood and fill me with its mana.

    A soft barely audible moan of surprise escaped her lips as I felt her throat chakra click into place. I was drinking back her energy, pulling her Mana into my core without trying. Her death grip on my shoulders loosened, her breathing speeding up along with mine as her hands trailed down across my back, we both let out a shiver, our bodies becoming completely synchronized, our hearts beating together, our subconscious minds merging as one with only one goal, to give in to this hunger. This need to fill and be filled.

    her hands loosened from my shoulders, shaky and hesitant, Gods i could hardly believe this girl. She grabbed me, practically forced me to feed from her and was still fighting it. Unfortunately for her, these links only flow one way, the only way to break it was for me to stop contact, and right now i felt as if i had little to no control over what i was doing. I was too hungry. Her hands slowly began to trail down my shoulders, the movements jerky and uneven, mine did the same.

    Whether I liked it or not, the feeding had taken over and my aura liked to demand physical touch. Honestly tho it was probably partly my hesitants making us jerky and rigid as well. I was insanely uncomfortable with this whole situation. I hadn't fed off of anyone but Rowen for close to seven years until quite recently. And even then, it was usually a one time thing off of a feeder my father was sending out of the palace, who wanted one last hoorah before they had to go. Never a young, and mildly attractive pretend maid! Who was a full human at that! Half breeds may be just like humans in every way, but they made for better feeders because their constitution for giving mana was higher.

    I wasn't just uncomfortable with how cute she may or may not be, or how we were awkwardly trying to caress each other in a sort of induced need or want to do so by the flow of mana. It was my fear of hurting her. of going too far and not stopping in time. Her hands moved across to my chest and trailed slowly downward to my stomach with mine following in a mirror image, my fingers brushing over the curves in the front of her shirt and finding a temporary place to rest at the top of her thighs.

    Our hands stayed there, on one another's laps as the flow of mana steadied to an even pull, after all this time I should have been able to feel some small sort of satisfaction but I barely felt anything. It was like I had become a dark pit, empty of everything, I was still so unbearably hungry. And as uncomfortable as it was, I wanted to touch more than just her lap. I wanted to feel her skin, its warmth and heat, feel the curve of her chest from under her shirt instead of over it, almost as soon as the embarrassing thought came into my mind our hands began to move forward.

    Her fingers searching for the hem of my dress shirt and mine playing with the empty space in front of her where my shirt would be if it was on her instead of me. We both found a way under the fold of our clothes and I felt the rush of heat as skin met skin, our breaths hitched, an involuntary moan escaped our lips, mine vibrating over her skin, hers freed into the space above us.

    Oh gods, she tasted good, and she felt so warm and smooth under my hands. The mana flow began to pick up, excited by our heat and rapid heart beats, my aura pulling back her energy harder. Our hands trailing upward and stopping just before the chest. I knew why, my hands had hit a roadblock.

     Her bra was blocking the path to her chest but it didn't stop us for long. Our hands continued up anyway, mine sliding over the smooth silken fabric under her shirt while hers glided up bare skin, I could hear her breaths becoming more ragged as her hands moved back and forth over the front of my chest. The feel of her Mana pouring into my being was pure extacy. I hadn't had a feeding like this since I was small, just a young boy. Right before I stopped feeding freely.