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DEFEAT THE DARKNESS by Eliza March

Continued from February 16th...



The Turning




 Kyle’s stomach
twisted within his belly, and his tongue felt thick inside his dry mouth. Over
the past three days, Amyra had managed to slowly deplete Kyle’s blood yet kept
him alive,  drained and chained, claiming
the time of his transmutation drew ever closer.




Tonight.
He felt it. He would be forever changed.

From
the actions of the guards, he suspected she planned to finish the job. He hadn’t
been able to stomach much to eat in several days, even though his stomach felt
like a hollow gourd. He’d eaten nothing all day, and hadn’t been offered anything
to drink by the guards. When he asked for water, they  shook their heads and said nothing.

Later,
one of the female guards offered some whispered advice. “You will fare better
without anything in your stomach. Take as much blood at first as you can manage
to build up your strength, because the dark one will withhold it from you
later.”

Perhaps
they were correct. In any case, he’d find out soon enough. The largest male
shifter, the one who never completely resumed his human form, growled when he
entered the room. Tonight his facial features were those of the jaguar. He glanced
at Kyle, then at his clothes on the
bed. “Prepare yourself. Dusk approaches,” he said and turned away.   

Kyle sensed the guard
was jealous, resentful that he wasn’t the one who could fulfill Amyra’s needs. Kyle would have been cheering the guy on if it meant
being out of her grasp. Good luck with her and good riddance would have been
his final wishes for the shifter and the twisted demon woman.

With
shaking hands, he managed to dress in the loose black silk pants the female
guard had laid out, understanding he would be taken to Amyra soon. He ignored
the shirt, too lightheaded to bother with anything more. There was no point
going to all the trouble, since if all went as usual, she’d want to feed
immediately and have him stripped for easy access.

The
very thought of drinking Amyra’s blood turned his stomach, but to his disgust,
his mouth salivated. He was afraid in his weakened state there was no way he
would survive if she took more of his blood without replenishing it. No food,
no water, drained of blood—every cell in his body screamed for nourishment, and
the jaguar roared for sexual satisfaction.

The
male guard returned shortly to deliver Kyle
to Amyra. This time as he entered, Kyle
could barely walk on his own as he stumbled across the threshold. The guard
held him upright, and then he sniffed. The most delicious scent filled his
senses. His stomach growled.

He
was surprised at how Amyra held herself back. When she approached him, her
fangs extended but she didn’t give the order to have him tied to the bed as she
usually did. Amyra tilted her head at the door, silently ordering the guards
out. Once they closed the enormous wooden door behind them, she bit her full
lower lip and approached him.

He
stared at the deep crimson drop, hunger radiating through him. The dark droplet
slid over her plump lip and contrasted against her pallid skin. His gaze traced
the path of the rich blood as it slowly dribbled down to her chin.

The
scent drew him closer. The delicious smell was her blood. Sniffing the air and moving
ever closer, he ran his tongue across his lips. All his vision narrowed to that
spot when another drop oozed to the surface of the tiny wound and spilled over.
This time he was close enough to catch it with his tongue. He closed his eyes
and savored the flavor. As she bent in and kissed him, every cell in his body
begged for more.

Kyle wouldn’t,
couldn’t refuse this time. He’d bargained with the devil and lost. Even that
tiny taste made him feel stronger. What would more do?

Her
fang pierced his tongue and she gently sucked, mingling their blood in his
mouth. Without backing up, he allowed her to rub her glorious body against his.
She stroked his tongue with hers and more blood flooded his mouth. The ravenous
need within him was being satisfied and he didn’t want it to end. Suddenly, the
touch of her nipples brushing back and forth across his chest felt tempting,
good, and right.

He
swept his tongue over the spot on her sweet lower lip that still bled, relishing
the flavor. The delicious taste of her blood in his mouth surprised him. It
wasn’t distasteful, not at all what he expected. In fact it had a rather sweet
essence, something that made him want more—need more—demand more. 

When
she lowered her head and sank her teeth into his chest, feeding lightly from
him, he cupped her head and her hips. The sensual pull of her lips at his
breast made him hunger for something, anything, everything. He tossed his head
back, his eyes rolled closed, and he groaned in pleasure as he licked the blood
still on his lips.

Kyle clutched her
body firmly against his own and reluctantly acknowledged a sudden magnetic
attraction. The need for Amyra grew, first in his head and then in his groin.
Her thoughts began to seep into his mind. The minute she turned her gaze up at
him, he believed he was starving for her—his mind and his body hungered for her.
A low, guttural growl leached from his parched throat. The jaguar wanted her
blood and her body. He didn’t have the strength to fight the cat over both.

He
bent, lifting Amyra into his arms, and carried her to the bed. All her dark
hair tumbled about her shoulders and over her breasts. One delicate nipple
peeked through. Oh, how he wanted to taste her blood and suckle from that
temptation at the same time. His voice sound ragged  when he climbed on the bed beside her. “Feed
me.”

The
satisfied smile turned the corners of her beautiful lips when he rose over her
and leaned in to brush his lips over that tempting petal soft nipple. As much
as he wanted to block her suggestions, they kept overwhelming him. He kissed
her again and licked the wound on her lip, sucking and hoping to find a trace
left of her blood, that sweet essence that fed his hunger.

“We
have all night and the transition will be easier on you if we take this slowly.”
She undid his pants then trailed her hair over his waist and across his groin
as she lowered her mouth to his erect cock. He winced waiting for the pain.

Because
he  repeatedly refused to fuck her, she
always took blood painfully from his groin. Kyle
recognized that his refusal was self defeating, but it was his only way of
maintaining control. The pain was her way of getting even with him for rejecting
her, but it was almost worth it, watching her frustration with him.

This
time, he braced himself, prepared for the tearing at his sensitive flesh. But when
her teeth sank into him, there was no pain just unbearable pleasure.

After
a few pulls from her lips, Amyra retracted her fangs and began licking his cock
as he gripped her hair in his hands and held her head between his thighs.

She
lifted her face, her lips a half smile. “You see how much pleasure you’ve been
missing by being so stubborn? If you had accepted my offer sooner, I could have
blocked your pain as I’m doing now and given you all this pleasure.”

Really? Suddenly, she
was concerned for his well being after nights of torturing him? He didn’t
believe it for a minute, but he couldn’t stop the need driving him, either.

“Please,
I need another taste of you.” Had he just begged for her blood? He was losing
his mind and the battle to stay in control. The jaguar needed to be fed and
both he and Amyra knew it.

“Before
I allow you to drink from me, I must take precautions. Your jaguar may become dangerous.
I can’t risk having the cat overpower me when I am in a weakened state. As a
precaution, I will chain you and feed you a little at a time. First, I will
take from you, then I will return what I have taken. Eventually, you will have
enough of my blood to survive the transmutation.”

He
remembered the guard’s words, but was too desperately hungry to argue. He
reached for the manacle and clamped his own wrist, then she smiled and locked
the other.

The
room spun as she reopened his groin, sending sexual pleasure to every trigger
point in his body. He was on fire and as she drank from him, his hunger deepened.


He
heard a growl and Amyra’s laughter as she rose above him. “So impatient my sexy
cat.” She sliced a fine line above her left nipple and bent close to his mouth.
The minute the blood came to the surface, the scent enticed him.  Kyle
dove for her, lapping at her breast, and suckled like a babe as long as she
allowed. He was voracious, like a man dying of thirst in the dessert, parched,
allowed to take only drops of water to sustain himself.

The
process of draining him and feeding him carried on. Each slice of her nail was
strategically placed—her breast, her labia, and her clit—all for her maximum
satisfaction. Amyra took pleasure in forcing Kyle
to take blood from places where she would derive her own utmost sexual
pleasure.

He,
still disgusted by the thought of satisfying her in any way, drank liberally, quickly
sucking in as much blood as possible before she was forced to stop him.

“Slow
down and savor the taste and the experience,” she said, insisting when the
gentle suggestion entered his mind.

He
wouldn’t. Kyle fought her suggestions
with everything in him. She continued to take more blood from him than she
returned. Even with her ancient
blood, Kyle wasn’t regaining his full
strength. If nothing else, he could, at least, have his sexual revenge. Preventing
her from climaxing, yet taking as much blood and strength as possible, was his
ultimate goal. She shouldn’t have kept him so starved. The cat wouldn’t slow
down to her satisfaction, and she had to halt the feeding before he took too
much of her blood. He felt better knowing she had to stop him each time, leaving
her unfulfilled.

How
much more of his blood could she take before he lost control of his mind and
his actions?

Not
much more, he speculated.

“When
will the transmutation begin? I am still so weak.”

 “The weakness is normal. I will allow you to
drink from me one last time before the dawn while you transform. I will take
you with me into my sarcophagus and send you into a deep sleep to minimize your
suffering.”

He
raised a silent prayer for that.

“When
you awake the next evening, I will feed you, then drink from your newly changed
blood and our ‘deal’ will be complete.”

“Except
you want to feed from me several more times before you release me. Isn’t that
right?”

“I
will release you to Dr.
Salazar so you may do your work.
When I come for you, you will feed me as we agreed. Now sleep.”

An
image of Salazar flashed through Kyle’s mind. The man was dressed in medieval clothing
and rode a giant horse. Kyle shook off
the vision and succumbed to Amyra’s strong suggestion.

Despite
what Amyra did to help, Kyle suffered
the agony of the transmutation—the nausea, the aching pain, freezing cold, and
burning flames that ravaged his body.

But
in the end he survived, and when he awoke, his teeth hurt. Not his teeth. He
swirled his tongue in his dry mouth and winced as he bumped against a razor
sharp fang. His own blood had him realizing how hungry he was. Ravenous.

The
sarcophagus was black but he could see as Amyra’s naked body she stirred beside
him. He smelled her. Hungered for her.

Her
eyes popped open and she allowed her gaze to travel the length of his body,
pausing at the erection at his groin. Before allowing her gaze to rise to his,
she smiled, those deceptively innocent dimples forming in her cheeks.

“Come
to me,” she ordered him.

As
promised, she  fed him, but  only enough to cut the pain wreaking havoc on
his senses.

“Now
let us see if your blood is the answer I have been seeking.” She tasted him, drinking
lightly of his newly changed blood and then sighed. The broad smile on her lips
indicated she was satisfied with their deal. “Ah, it is everything I hoped
for.”

“How
long will this pain last?” Kyle
doubled over and groaned. “Every cell in my body is on fire with hunger.”

“I
have given you my blood,” she replied coyly.

He
raised his face with his fangs fully extended, a growl from the beast within
rumbling through his chest. “Feed me as we agreed.”

 “If you want more of my blood, perhaps we
could arrange another ‘deal’?”

Kyle crawled on
his hands and knees, groveling at Amyra’s feet. His new fangs ached. “What kind
of deal?”

“We
will share blood...and more. You will grow to enjoy it. All of it if you stop
fighting me. Trust me, Kyle.” She
lifted him to his feet.

He
shuddered at her use of his given name. The familiarity was worse than her
physical touch, worse than their mind touch, or exchanging blood.

She
placed his hand on her breast and moved closer. Brushing her long hair back,
she exposed her neck to him for the first time. His focus narrowed and his
fangs extended and as he leaned in to bite, he barely felt her hands caressing
him all over.

After
allowing him a miserly taste of her blood, she stopped him from feeding, but
continued her exploration of his body. Still aching but relieved from the
excruciating pain he’d suffered upon waking, he wasn’t going to allow her this
advantage. “I need more,” he said and gripped her wrist.

She
eyed him ruefully when he removed her hand from his cock.

“Later,
perhaps. Go freshen up. I will have you brought to me when I am ready.”

Kyle returned to
his room and showered, his hunger 
building mere moments before she called for him again.

When
he entered the room he knew he was going to have to negotiate with a
professional. This time she was dressed for seduction.

Hopefully
he knew her intentions well enough to fight her. Yes, she could enter his mind,
but by sharing her blood with him, he’d been privy to some of the thoughts she hadn’t
been able to block quickly enough.

The
one thing he still maintained control over were his own orgasms. He wouldn’t
let her get off on him, and she couldn’t influence him enough to fuck her. Since
the damn cat within him had other ideas, Kyle
was constantly on his guard against her nature. What he did discover, was that
by taking his blood she weakened the jaguar. That gave him some power over the
cat.

He’d
resigned himself to the fact that in order to feed, he would be her slave in all
things—all things but sex. While biding time, until the day he could escape
from her evil clutches and find another food source, he’d block her from his
mind as much as possible. It wasn’t going to be an easy task. She was an
ancient, and smart but he was no fool. He knew the game they played. She knew
just how to keep him strong enough to play with but too weak to leave her. He
knew just how fast to take her blood and maximize the take before she climaxed.

She
was frustrated, and that made him happy. The favorite male guard gave him a
knowing glare and sneered at him every time he escorted him back to his room. Kyle figured Amyra took her frustrations out on her
guard after every feeding.

He
still needed help and information. But who did he dare risk looking to for
help? She’d mentioned Victor. He
remembered that strange image he had of Salazar.  Was there more going on that Kyle didn’t know about? Maybe...






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