Of Fangs & Fins

Chapter Sixteen

SR: Sam Smith - Stay With Me

sixteen.

Marina.

She keeps running, I thought, why does she keep running?

"Give her space. After dinner, you can go up and see her, Marina," Chris explained, placing a hand over Lance's, "If we keep pushing her she'll pull away more."

Lance gave Chris a slight glare. "She isn't a child."

Chris gave Lance a pointed looked and Lance gave him a look of understanding. It was as if the world fell around them and it was just them talking. There was something so refreshing to see how in sync they were. You could tell they were on the same wavelength. True love?

Lance nodded, focusing on his meal. "I'll go bring Amelia's plate to her. Marina, before you see Eryn, would you help Sagan bring the dishes to the kitchen? I don't like to let Cook wash the plates if he served them."

Lance stood up and walked around to grab Amelia's plate. I looked over at Chris. "Vampires can't eat human food, can't they? Eryn--"

"Yes, we can. We can learn to tolerate it over time. Eryn has trouble doing that because the animal blood leaves her immune system weak against it. It's why she gets sick. I'm a bit surprised she didn't tell you," Sagan gave me a haughty glance, a small snicker coming from her once she saw my expression.

"Enough Sagan," Chris said sternly, "I think it's time to wrap up dinner. I'll be upstairs if anyone needs anything."

And with that, everyone left one by one. Sagan grabbed the plates and stared at me. "Are you just going to sit there?"

I frowned, dutifully getting up and taking the empty plates. I glanced at Eryn's untouched one and yearned to see if she was okay. Eryn didn't seem like the type for things to bother her. Or maybe she was. I was beginning to realize there was more to her than I initially thought.

Sagan stood by the sink and threw me a dishrag. "If I was a b***h, I would've entranced you to wash the dishes while I go take a nap."

"Gee, thanks for not being a b***h," I said sarcastically, wondering what she was like if she thought that she wasn't already being one. 

Silently, we washed the dishes, occasionally glancing at each other. A knife wasn't sharp enough to cut the tension that was in the air. I hated awkward silences. They made me nervous because I didn't know what the other person was thinking. She could've killed me three times in her mind already.

"You're torturing her. She can't even be near you," Sagan said, breaking the silence.

I raised a brow. "What do you mean?" Eryn seemed just fine being near me. Was this what she was thinking about the whole time?

"I bet she didn't even tell you that she drank mermaid blood for a while. She never really got it under control. I would be careful I was you."

Eryn wasn't like that towards me. She tried her best to be in control. The lengths she went to protect me... "She wouldn't hurt me."

"What makes you think the mermaids she got the blood from were willing? Vampires can be a bit... unpredictable." With a speed that I couldn't track, Sagan pinned me against the kitchen counter, her hands gripping the edge of the table either side of me. Her dead blue eyes met mine, and ever so slowly, I could see red in her pupils. The red was bleeding into her irises, making her much more horrifying than I thought she ever could be. For some reason, she seemed as if she was towering over me. 

A secret smile made its way to her face, brandishing her fangs for me to see. Sagan ran her tongue over them, dragging my attention to her mouth more than her frightening eyes. "You know," she drawled, "vampires have this element in their saliva that makes a bite feel good. However, when there's hatred pooling in the vampires' gut, the bite can be very painful."

I pressed myself more into the counter hoping she couldn't hear how fast my heart was beating. I could feel it pound against my ribcage, making its own inconsistent song. 

Suddenly, Sagan pushed away, causing me to sag in relief. I stumbled out of the kitchen, running up the stairs that I hope lead to the bedrooms. I hesitated at the first door in the giant hallway I ended up in. The door was open and inside I could see Amelia, Denali, and Tara. I wonder if they were all turned vampires. I couldn't believe that there were humans here. I knew of thralls, but I didn't know they were by here by choice.

Most of the thralls I heard of were humans that were addicted to the bite of a vampire. Eventually, vampires would take them in as blood slaves. However, that didn't seem to be the case here. They seemed very much part of the family as anyone else here.

I passed another door that was ajar. I peaked in and no one was inside, but with the way the room was styled, I could only assume a teenager lived in there. I knocked on the last door, hoping that I was right and it was Eryn.

"Who?" A familiar voice called. 

I sighed in relief. "It's me."

The door opened and Eryn stood in front of me, her clothes changed. She was shirtless, with only a grey sports bra on and black shorts set. I tried not to look at all her tattoos, but there were too many for me to not look at. It looked as if she showered, a mint aroma coming from her. Eryn's hair was still wet and there was a towel around her neck.

She opened the door wider and I walked in, looking around. There was a bed in the corner and an end table across from the door. A desk was near a window next to a door that was slightly ajar. The bathroom was behind that door, the light on. I stood in the middle of the room, not knowing where I should sit. 

Eryn walked over to the chair, taking the towel and drying her hair.

"You can sit on the bed, it doesn't bite," She smirked, motioning towards it. Yes, but you do. "I see that you're enjoying my clothes."

"Yeah, hope you don't mind. Lance didn't want me in that dress," I explained as I sat down. Her bed didn't have an imprint on it and I wondered how long has it been since she's been here. Every bed I've sat on seemed to have an imprint. Beds were odd, we didn't have beds in Aqueria. Instead, we slept on a water sponge. It was a sponge-like plant that formed to my body shape. I missed it. 

"Did you shower?" She inquired, her eyes intently on me. The bags under Eryn's eyes worried me. She nearly looked sickly, her pale pallor had a yellowish tint to it. I wasn't sure if she noticed, but her eyes were a dim red, something that I picked up on whenever she was near blood. Her mood was off acted every time she came in contact with it.

I nodded, trying to ignore the multitude of questions I wanted to ask. There was no way Sagan meant anything she said. I delt with girls like that underwater. Mermaid princesses were extremely high maintenance and they stopped at nothing to manipulate to get what they wanted. Sagan was just another one of those girls. 

"Yes, and I assume you have already?" She couldn't have been addicted to mermaid blood, there was no way she could.

Eryn nodded and sighed. "That's a shame, we could've had fun in a shower," She replied while she stood up and sauntered towards me. She tossed the towel back at the chair and crawled on top of me, pushing my back against the bed. The mint wafting from her had me spellbound. She was irrevocably gorgeous, especially when she climbed on top of me.

"Eryn," I murmured, anxiety crawling its way up my chest. Her mouth was on my collarbone and it brought me back to when she nicked my neck. I still had the scratch. I was beginning to notice a trend every time she was feeling frisky. Blood turned her on in every way possible.

She maneuvered downwards with an ease that was unsettling and thrilling at the same time. Eryn lifted my shirt, planting a kiss under my belly button. She ran her tongue in between my breasts, one hand going to the left and her mouth going to the right. She pulled my n****e slightly with her teeth while she kneaded the other one. I moaned softly, relishing in the pleasure. I lost myself in the feeling. forgetting about what scared me.

Desire and lust coursed through my veins and my heartbeat began to accelerate. In an instant, Eryn was below my waist. She planted a kiss to my pelvis, cause me to involuntarily moan. She yanked off my sweatpants hurriedly, showing a pair of black boxers that I'm pretty sure was Eryn's. She looked up for a brief moment a devilish grin lazily on her face. 

"f**k, that's hot," she grated, swallowing loudly. Her eyes were luminous, the red awakening something carnal and dark in me. They stirred something in me that made me feel dirty and demented. Her fangs did so much more for me. I wanted to bear my neck to her and perhaps that was an ability that she had. Maybe she was making me want to be bitten.

Eryn tugged on the waistband with her teeth, her fangs lengthening. My legs trembled slightly. The anticipation was mounting to overwhelm me. Painfully slow, she pulled them off with her teeth, grabbing my calves and hauling me closer. My legs rested on her shoulders, the shaking more obvious with every second that passed. I pressed my thighs together, feeling my cheeks grow hot. I was shy of showing my womanhood to her.

"Don't be shy," Eryn hissed lowly. Her voice was thick, laced with lust. She dipped her head down and upon contact, I jumped. Her mouth was warm, softly kissing me where I was most sensitive. 

My eyes fluttered shut and I lost myself in the feeling of how Eryn's tongue moved around my c**t. She suckled and pulled my sensitive bud into her mouth and my hands were in her hair, running my fingers through the thick strands. I made eye contact with her as I looked down. Her eyes pulsed a brilliant red and a secretive smile made its way to her face. Eryn grazed her fang against my c**t and I arched my back, a low moan slipping from my mouth.

With every stroke of her tongue, I ached to be penetrated. "Fingers," I said hoarsely, my voice syrupy with desire. 

Eryn nodded vigorously, pulling back from between my legs a bit. One finger was inserted in me and she lazily pushed it in and out, watching me intently. I yanked Eryn's hair and lifted my hips up, wanting her tongue back on my c**t. There was a wicked gleam in her eyes that drove me close to the edge.

She chuckled against my p***y and inserted another finger inside me as she ran her tongue around my c**t in small jerky circles. She played with it slowly, flicking her tongue up and down from time to time. The feeling left me in my own world of lust. I was sinking into the bed, melting right before her. It felt so damn good. "Please don't stop," I whimpered, raising my pelvis to her face.

Eryn roughly dragged my hips closer, gripping them tightly as she smothered her face into my juices. Her tongue worked faster, matching the rhythm of her fingers. She pumped her pointer and middle finger into me, the only sounds to be heard were our heavy breathing and the squelching sound of my sopping cunt. Eryn added a third finger and I was feeling satisfyingly full. I ground my hips against her fingers, my cunt clenching and unclenching around them. 

Her teeth bit down on my c**t and I shrieked in pleasure. "Do that again!" I breathed, loving the pain it brought. The white-hot pain had my toes curling and my head spinning. 

"I'll show you something you'll like," Erynn mumbled against my c**t. 

Suddenly, the thrusts of her fingers were becoming faster. My eyes widened and my moans were getting louder. I cast my eyes downward and Eryn's fingers were pumping in and out of me so fast that the outline of her hand blurred. My breathing picked up and I locked my legs around her neck with a vice-like grip.

Waves of pleasure were beginning to wrack my body and I knew that I was going to climax in seconds. The pressure was building so much it was hard to hold back. "I want to come."

Eryn's body was shaking and she slammed her hand down on my thigh, spreading my legs farther apart. She finger-f****d me even faster, my body quivering with pleasure. Eryn moaned and threw her head back, sinking her fangs into my inner thigh. I cried out in delight and the room dropped around me. My soul felt out of my body, waves of pleasure drenching me like a waterfall. I arched my back and rolled my eyes to the back of my head. I road my orgasm, the bite throwing my brain into a tailspin. 

I felt a ridiculous amount of content as Eryn drank my blood. Her fingers were lazily f*****g me, with her thumb was rubbing my c**t. As my orgasm died down my c**t became more sensitive and I flinched, trying to get Eryn to draw away. The room was starting to spin and I couldn't tell if it was because I was losing so much blood, or the lustful haze I was in. I breathed hard, watching my breasts rise and fall. 

As the room started to become darker, Eryn disconnected from my thigh. She vibrated slightly and a wide gratified grin was plastered on her face. A singular droplet of my blood dribbled from her mouth and slid down to her chin. She wiped it with the back of her hand and then licked her hand. I shuddered, hating how sensually hot that look. 

Eryn looked loopy as she licked the two puncture marks. The holes were closing slowly, shocking me.

That's when the realization crashed into me like a truck. Eryn fed on me as I orgasmed. I immediately was conflicted, especially since it felt so incredibly astounding. She leaned against the wall on the floor hiccuping quietly. 

Pulling up the sheets, I leaned forward, watching the room moving a little roo fast. "Eryn," I whispered. 

Eryn peered up at me and giggled. "You tasted like a hot summer day with a nice cold glass of blood." Her eyes were bloodshot and pupils were dilated like no other. She still had that dopey grin on her face. Did she get... high off my blood?

A horrified gaze settled onto my face. "Eryn... you drank my blood."

She nodded, another hiccuping fit hitting her. "Oh, yes." Eryn got up slowly, stumbling backward. Slowly, she crawled up onto me again, pulling me against her chest. The metallic scent of my blood flooded my nostrils. She threw a leg over me and I could feel her hiccuping against my back. Fear was wriggling its way to my chest like a serpent, constricting my ability to breathe. I didn't want to be here with her while she was like this. I didn't think she would drink my blood. At least not without my verbal permission. 

A single tear fell down from my cheek. I tried slowing down my breathing, hoping she thought I was sleeping. A lump was in the back of my throat and I took deep breaths, trying not to cry. It hurt to hold back tears. I could feel my body wanting to sob, but I repressed it tightly, trying to ignore the urge to wipe away the numerous tears falling off my cheeks.

Through the night, I tried to force myself asleep, but I couldn't withstand the nightmares that took my mind while I slept. 

I couldn't tell what was worse, fearing that I would be bitten if I moved, or watching the scene play over and over in my head, but instead with Eryn and Sagan feeding on me.

Sleep eventually took me, my nightmares winning control over my mind.