Of Fangs & Fins

Twenty Six

SR: clap cotton - kookaburras

twenty-six.

Eryn.

"We got them, come back now!" Lance screamed into my head. His telepathy was really getting on my nerves. The loud sound of his voice vibrated through my skull.

I landed hard on the fifth roof, fatigue settling in. I could only do this so much. Coming back, I thought. It took all my restraint not to stare at Marina right now. The scent of her blood was intoxicating and I knew she was bleeding by the minute. 

I spotted Chris' SUV two buildings over. I leaped over the rooftops, taking a deep breath as I stumbled down, falling to my knees. My feet were bleeding and the skin was peeled back. 

Marina spilled out of my arms.

Chris and Lance ran towards me, Chris picking up Marina and Lance helping me up. I sat in the car, turning back and catching Flynn and Sydney. They looked horrible. Flynn was a sickly green color and his skin was peeling. Sydney's skin toned was dulled and had bite marks throughout her throat.

"I'm so sorry," I stared at them. Flynn glared at me and Sydney didn't say a word. She was staring at Marina with a worried gaze. I watched Marina breathe slowly. She was okay. If I didn't feel so weak I would give her my blood, but alternatively, I held her neck, trying to stop the bleeding.

"Where's Sagan?" I asked.

"She's going to be out all night tailing Lucinda. Chris pulled in his former Demon Consul member card and have all of them running. They're going to have to appoint a new quaestor because of her," Lance replied.

Chris drove us home and the ride back was silent. I picked up Marina and felt her moan softly, grabbing onto me tightly. "I'm taking her to my room," I called.

Flynn grasped my arm. "What is this place, where are we?"

"This place is trustworthy," I said. 

"You're safe here. Anika!" Lance shouted. Anika walked downstairs and hugged him, relief on her features. "Take them to the infirmary and shoe them to their rooms. We've had enough action for tonight."

Sydney mouthed the words 'thank you' as I made my way upstairs.

Silently, I laid Marina down on my bed. Her skin looked dry and her pink scales were peeling. "Should I run you a bath, love?" I muttered, checking her neck. The bleeding stopped, but the wound was pretty gnarly.

I stared down at my bloodied chest. Ugh, I was a mess. I turned the bathtub on, warming the water and waiting for it to fill up. Once it was filled, I walked over to Marina and took off her dress. I studied her, looking at the blueish skin tone that her body took on. Her scales were dry, but they were soft and warm. I watched with fascination as I lowered her into the tub, the skin between her fingers becoming webbed. Her hair was more vibrant, the pink highlights at its brightest. 

I stood up, opening the mirror cabinet. I briefly saw my reflection and chuckled, remembering the first time I saw my reflection. Once the era of silver mirrors was over, they began making aluminum ones. It was nice to see what I looked like once in a while. I grabbed a silver syringe and rolled up my sleeve, getting ready to give myself a dose.

Marina's blue hand grasped my wrist softy. "Don't hurt yourself."

I shook my head, the sound of her voice a trigger. Frustration and anger ran through me and I could feel my eyes watering. I wiped my eyes quickly, hoping she wouldn't see the blood tears. "I can't do it."

"Look, you're in control right now," Marina explained, holding my wrist tighter.

"I keep fantasizing about ripping into your throat, how is that in control?" I looked at her desperately, her scent entrancing me once again.

"Talk to me then. It seemed to work at your bar," she replied, the wound on her wrist beginning to heal. The water seemed to be doing its job. 

I reached over and peeked through the curtain of her hair. I noticed her ears were formed differently, webbed to her head. "What do you want to know?"

"Tell me the first time you got addicted to mer-blood. I want to... understand," she asked, leaning forward. Her skin darkened and the blue hue disappeared. Slowly her fins cracked and the scales faded into her legs. I watched in awe, fascinated with how she shifted. I helped her out of the tub, covering her naked body in a towel. She blushed and walked past me, taking a seat towards my bed. 

I sighed and ran my hand through my hair. "Can I at least shower first?"

Marina stared at the dried blood all over me. She nodded, lying on my bed. 

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Marina

I laid on her bed staring up at the ceiling. I waiting for her as she showered, resting my hands over my stomach. The last time I was here Eryn was eating my p***y. My cheeks reddened, remembering the moment she bit me and how good it felt. I slid my hands to the mound of my p***y, running my fingers in between the folds. I breathily moaned as my middle finger grazed the small bundle of nerves.

I ached to have Eryn's fingers inside me again. I loved how long they were, fully penetrating me. I closed my eyes, arching my back as I circled around my c**t. I moaned softly, the fear of being caught by Eryn turning me on even more. I knew she was going to catch me this way. 

I opened my legs wider, placing myself on show for when she came back. I lewdly stared at the doorway, my fingers rubbing myself faster as I heard the shower shut off.

Eryn stepped out a moment later, shirtless with a towel around her neck. The towel covered her n*****s but left little to the imagination with the shape of her breasts. Tattoos surrounding them, calling attention to them more. Her boxer briefs hung low, showing her lightly muscled body taper off into a soft 'V' at her pelvis. She stood rooted to the ground in front of me, watching me as my towel became undone, spilling my breasts open. 

Eryn wordlessly headed towards her chair, easing into it. She held my gaze, the red devouring her grey eyes. She leaned forward, watching me as I played with myself. "Grab your t**s," she murmured, her vampiric eyes glittering. 

Her fangs began to poke out her mouth. She clamped her mouth shut, blood welling on her bottom lip. I squeezed my breast as I watched her lick her bloodied lips. They healed slowly, showing a slight bruise on her lip. 

"Come here," I breathily moaned, my fingers slipping into my soaked cunt. I was getting wetter by the second and I could feel my juices freely flowing down my thigh. 

Eryn was in between my legs in the blink of her eye, her hands gripping my knees tightly. She pried my legs farther apart, taking in the view of my fingers inside my p***y. "f**k," she groaned, bending her head down. I watched as her shoulder blades shifted as she lowered her body. Her tattoos moved with her, leaving me under her compulsion. 

She hiked my leg over her shoulder, pulling me closer to her. She planted a kiss over the area she bit me. Her tongue snaked out and licked my fingers, taking my index into her mouth and sucking. I gasped and threw my head back, loving the strange sensation that was happening in the pit of my stomach. I pulled my hand back and grasped both of my breasts, thrusting my hips to Eryn's mouth.

She laid her head on my thigh and slid a finger easily inside my drenched p***y. Her finger twisted and curled deep inside me. A soft moan slid from my throat and she slid two more fingers in, leaving me feeling full. I clenched my cunt around her fingers, grating my pelvic bone against her fingers.

Eryn curled her fingers upwards once again, hitting the rough flesh inside me. My toes felt numb as she vigorously rubbed her sharpened nails onto my g-spot. I cried out in pain, the stings of her scratches burning. She lowered her head and slid her tongue inside, sending me reeling. 

Her fangs grazed her fangs against my folds and I tightened my thighs around her head. She pressed her hand onto my mound tightly, pulled my c**t into her mouth. I sharply inhaled, rolling my eyes to the back of my head.

"Stop," Eryn cried out hoarsely, trying to pull her head out of my hold. I grabbed her head and pushed it into my sopping p***y. She slammed her hand onto the bed, roughly yanking herself backward.

"Eryn," I moaned, sitting up and locking my lips with hers. I tugged her bottom lip into my mouth and sucked, pulling her back as I laid back into the bed. She cupped my cheeks and slowly slid her lips over mine, kissing me gingerly. She licked my lips sensually and tightened her grip on my cheeks, meeting my gaze. 

"You have my soul entrapped, Marina," she gasped out, her fangs flashing at me. 

I ran my hands through her black wet locks and sat up with her. Eryn's eyes were vivid and hot, taking me into her world. "I fed on a mermaid accidentally. I thought she was human, but she wasn't."

"Let me in," I held out my hands and she grabbed my wrists closing her eyes.

The room shifted and it felt like I was falling, delving into the memories of her past.

The metallic scent of pennies assaulted my nostrils. I opened my eyes and I was in a dimly lit room. There was a red substance splattered on the bed and curtains. A woman that was dressed in only a slip was on the bed, her hair matted with blood. Her throat gaped open and Eryn crouched over her, sucking on the girl's wrist. 

"I had a clan that I was in and they got caught up with finding mermaids. We would track their sent in groups and wait around the shore, watching as they would shift and step out onto the sand," Eryn's voice tugged my out of that memory and another one resurfaced. 

This time I was standing in front of the woods, watching as Eryn stood over a pile of dead bodies, some dismembered. She was cover almost completely in blood and her claws her dripped with blood. There was an empty gaze in her eyes and it sent a shudder down my spine. Her hair was up to her shoulders but she raised her arms and slicked her hair back, the blood on her hands and forehead keeping her hair in place. 

"I had to do what I needed to be done. They were hunting them, hurting them, not caring about the age or who it was. They couldn't go a couple of hours without the blood. It was like a drug, wanting more and more of it to feel the high. Once it would die down, you couldn't resist feeding again, bringing you back to that blood drunk feeling," Eryn shut down the memory, bringing me back to reality.

A rush of adrenaline shot through my body, causing my n*****s to harden. "How did you get yourself off it?"

"A painful train ride to New Orleans. I learned how to keep myself while spending my time around witches. The vampire clan was having a war with them at the time of my arrival and I wasn't strong enough to save them. The coven I knew was slaughtered," she trailed off, her eyes fading from their intoxicating red color. Her grey eyes met mine for a moment, "I compelled a human to lock me away for a couple of years or so, but eventually, I was near death and was afraid of dying. I fed on animal blood ever since, trying to keep myself away from anything else."

"Until now," I breathed, watching as the tattoos on her neck moved with her throat as she swallowed.

Eryn stood up abruptly, walking away from the bed. "You need to go back home with your friends."