I don’t remember how the dream started, the last thing I remembered was the feeling of Darrens cool arms wrapped around my chest, safely swaddled in his arms of iron.
Warmth flooded my body, every inch of me seemed to vibrate with elation, I felt myself straddling a wide set of thighs, powerful corded muscle securing me. My hands wrapped through coarse hair as a pair of lips kissed a singeing trail across my collar bones.
Skin to skin, closeness and warmth all melding together. My nails gripped tighter, and as I shifted, I felt a low burn of penetration, bringing me back to the few times I had experimented by myself.
A feeling of blissful fullness, followed by a wave of pleasure as my hips slid home. I felt full to bursting, feeling every inch of my hole wrapped around a powerful rod of steel that pulsed with the beat of my own heart. My hips moved of their own accord, drawing me up before thrusting down with a strength I didn’t know I had.
I felt powerful, I felt in control for the first time in a long time. This was mine, this was my prey, my meal. They were mine to use, to enjoy and to drain. I felt the trickle of power slowly being drawn from them; my own body seemed to know better than I did on how to draw out the process. Every thrust was carefully calculated, every undulation of my hips, every grip of my nails into their skin, every moan I elicited from them, was by design.
I felt their body shudder beneath my touch, lost in the feel of my body. I knew somewhere in the depth of my mind why they were so lost, why they were so under my control. Every part of my being was designed for this, to lure in my prey. The touch of my lips, the taste of my skin, my sweat, my cum, each designed to increase the lust of the one I feed on, and to make every moment one of abandon, of pleasure.
I felt rather than heard the body beneath me groan, my incubus gifts informed me that the vessel was primed, ready to spill his seed deep inside me, the culmination of my efforts in this hunt. If they thought that would be the end then they were mistaken, I would draw out this experience, I would prolong every exquisite moment I could as I drew from them.
My own body responded, my cock leaking a heavy stream of precum as the vessel groaned beneath my relentless assault upon his body. I would take them to the peak of ecstasy, ensuring that no other could ever compare to me.
I felt the vessel try to shift from beneath me, but a swift squeeze of my thighs and as a result their cock impaled within me sent them reeling. I felt their breathing hitch, and a low rumble of appreciation echo from their chest. Their head still gripped to my chest, a vice like grip around their neck to hold them here.
I felt him peak as I was raising my hips, feeling the air catch in their throat. Seizing on this moment I thrust down with an intensity that reverberated through his body, as I felt the vessel's cock pulse over and over, stream after stream filling me. A wave of energy washed through me at the height of the vessel's release, and as I gripped their hair and my own release shot across their chest…..I felt two sharp points drive themselves into my throat.
My world exploded, each sensation heightening, as a new, different wave of pleasure swept through me. The twin pleasures of my orgasm and the fangs buried in my throat met somewhere in my chest, and my back arched towards the vessel as for the first time I felt their hand grip along my spine.
As my eyes glanced down at the vessel, I saw two pitch black orbs staring at me, as a trickle of my blood escaped their lips.
Darren’s lips.
The world cracked around me, as I threw myself away from him. A panic rose from the pit of my stomach, quickly dousing whatever pleasure I had been feeling. I twisted, feeling the sickening sensations of fangs leaving my skin, the pain seeming to radiate down to my arms, two sets of fang marks now burned with flame.
I broke into a run, a cloud of mist seeming to have surrounded us, as I heard a low and guttural growl from behind me. I turned my head…..I wished I hadn’t.
Darren rose from his seated position upon a bed of smoke and fog, and surged forwards.
*********
I didn’t remember waking up.
I only remembered running.
My body jerked upright, as if I had been torn from the dream by an invisible force. The air was heavy, too thick to breathe. Darren’s arms, those same iron bands from the dream, still encircled me—or at least, I thought they did. My mind couldn’t separate reality from the dream.
The phantom sensation of his fangs lingered, burning softly against my neck. The strangest part wasn’t the lack of pain—not pain as humans know it, at least—but how it unravelled into something else entirely.
I felt the pain clearly—its jagged edges and fiery pulse—but it didn’t overwhelm me as I might have expected. Instead, it was something I could dissect, analyse, feel in its entirety without being consumed by it. The energy I had taken from Darren was coursing through me, heightening every sensation, sharpening my awareness to the point where even pain felt different.
It wasn’t that I didn’t recognize it as pain—I did. But now, it wasn’t a force demanding my retreat. It was vivid, intricate, alive in a way that made me pause and focus. The ache spread like ripples through my body, each throb magnified by the heightened awareness flooding my system. Pain wasn’t just pain anymore; it was information, a raw and unfiltered experience that demanded to be felt, understood, even savoured.
The energy surging through me amplified everything—the phantom burn of the bite, the ache beneath my skin, the raw potential that pain held. It wasn’t just a sensation to endure; it was a revelation. Each pulse grounded me in the moment, tethering me to the depth of my Incubus nature.
I brushed my fingers over the phantom mark on my neck, the sensation almost electric. I could feel the pain, sharp and undeniable, yet it wasn’t threatening. It was something else entirely—a force that had been transformed by the energy within me. Pain wasn’t diminished; it was elevated, its edges softened into something I could explore and control.
As I stood there, the realization settled over me like a shroud. This wasn’t just a wound or a consequence—it was an awakening. A part of me that had been waiting, dormant, now brought into focus by Darren’s energy. I wasn’t afraid of it. I wasn’t running from it. For the first time, I wanted to understand it.
I panted hard, my chest heaving as I pressed my back against the cool wall, the chill seeping into my skin and spreading through me like an electric current. Every nerve was alive, aflame, humming with sensation as if I’d been plunged into the raw essence of the world itself. The smoothness of the wall wasn’t just a surface—it was a mosaic of sensations, each imperfection and texture a unique note in the symphony of my awareness. The faint grit against my palms felt like grains of sand caught in an infinite tide, their presence magnified a hundredfold.
Beneath my feet, the carpet wasn’t just fabric—it was a tapestry of textures, each fibre distinct. I felt the weave pressing against my soles, the faint unevenness where it shifted under my weight. The air around me was thick with subtle currents, cool and warm pockets brushing against my skin like whispers of unseen voices. My breath rasped loudly in my ears, but even that sound was layered: the sharp inhale, the trembling exhale, the way it mixed with the faint rustle of my clothing as I moved.
I could smell the faintest traces of the room—a hint of old wood, the distant tang of metal, the faint sweetness of something lingering. Every beat of my heart sent waves of sensation rippling through my body, the thrum echoing in my chest and down to my fingertips. I closed my eyes, but that only sharpened everything further: the sounds of distant footsteps, the faint hum of electricity in the walls, the almost imperceptible vibrations of the building itself.
It was overwhelming, intoxicating. The world didn’t feel distant or separate—it felt like it was within me, every detail stitched into my being, alive and pulsating. I could feel everything, as if the act of feeding had stripped away all barriers and left only raw, unfiltered existence.
A shift in the air came loud and clear, and was unmistakable. The air currents I felt moving around shifted, the panic that had begun to rise around me melted away into a deep, grounding calm. The heavy hum of my heightened senses softened, the overstimulation retreating to the edges of my awareness as something cooler and steadier approached. I didn’t need to hear his steps or feel his breath—I knew it was Darren.
His scent reached me first, wrapping around me in a familiar embrace. Musk, dark and earthy, laced with that faint tang of something darker, and far richer. Despite my senses threatening to overwhelm me I knew the scent that was uniquely him—both comforting and unnerving in its intensity. It settled over me like a balm, dulling the sharp edges of my heightened awareness. He was close now, I felt it hanging in the air as if the room held its breath. And then I felt it.
His hands, cool as a winter breeze, settled gently on either side of my head. His touch sent a shiver down my spine—not from cold, but from the way it carried the sense of him, his presence, his intent. His thumbs brushed lightly against my temples, grounding me in the here and now, somehow knowing what was going on in my head. The cacophony of sensation that had overwhelmed me just moments before stilled, fading into the quiet rhythm of his touch.
“Darren,” I whispered, my own voice sounding darker, richer, each word resonating like a low, primal hum that seemed to vibrate through the air. His name was my lifeline as I opened my eyes to meet his.
Under my heightened gaze Darren’s face was breathtaking, stealing the breath from my lungs. His subtly bronzed skin was flawless, almost luminous, with faint blue veins tracing beneath it that I hadn’t noticed before. His hazel eyes, always captivating to me, now drew me into their swirling depths, the subtle shifts between gold and green caught the light like gems, with an intensity that sent my heart racing.
Every movement of his body felt deliberate, yet effortless, carrying the weight of his perfection without even trying. I had always known that Darren was beautiful, but now, in this heightened state his beauty wasn’t just something to admire—it was something that struck me to my core, a force that felt almost too much to comprehend.
Darren’s thumbs lingered at my temples, moving in slow, deliberate circles. The touch seemed to pull my focus away from my other senses, calming me as I felt the gentle texture of his skin against mine. It was a soothing reminder that I wasn’t alone in this overwhelming moment.
“You fed from me,” he said softly, his voice carrying neither accusation nor reproach. I thought that I detected a subtle warmth between the words. “While we slept, You’ve never fed that deeply before, have you?”
My breath hitched in my chest, my enhanced eyes searching his face for any hint of frustration or anger. “I didn’t mean to. I don’t even know how I-”
“Shh.” Darren’s voice cut through my rambling, quiet and firm. “It wasn’t intentional. Your body knew what it needed, even if you didn’t.” His hands shifted slightly, one sliding down to cup the side of my face, his thumb brushing along my cheekbone sending a shiver down my spine.
“And now, you’re feeling the fullness of what you are.”
I exhaled shakily, his words oddly reassuring. “Why now? Why didn’t I feel this before?”
“You’ve never fed so deeply,” Darren explained, his tone even. “Not from me—or anyone.”
"This is... overwhelming," I whispered, my voice trembling slightly. Every sensation felt magnified - the cool touch of Darren's hands, the texture of the wall behind me, even the faint sound of my own breathing.
"Is this what it's always like for you?"
Darren's lips curved into a gentle smile.
"In a way. Our senses are always heightened, but you learn to filter it over time. Right now, you're experiencing everything at once, without the control you'll eventually develop."
I nodded, trying to focus on his words, on his face, using them as an anchor in the sea of sensations threatening to overturn me.
"How do I... how do I make it stop?"
"You don't," Darren said softly. "You learn to embrace it, to control it. It's part of who you are, Daniel. Fighting it will only make it worse."
He paused, his hazel eyes studying me intently. "Close your eyes. Take a deep breath."
I did as he instructed, shutting out the visual stimuli that seemed to bombard me from every angle. The darkness behind my eyelids was a small relief, but I could still hear everything - the whisper of wind outside, the faint hum of electricity in the walls, even the steady rhythm of my heart.
"Now," Darren's voice came again, low and soothing, "focus on one thing. Just one. Your breathing, or my voice, or the feel of the wall. Let everything else fade into the background."
I chose to focus on Darren's voice, letting the deep, rich tones wash over me. As I concentrated, the overwhelming flood of sensations began to recede, fading to a more manageable hum in the background. I could still sense everything with incredible clarity, but it no longer felt like I was drowning in stimuli.
"That's it," Darren murmured encouragingly. "You're doing well, Daniel."
I took another deep breath, feeling my racing heart begin to slow. Cautiously, I opened my eyes, blinking as I readjusted to the visual input. Darren's face came into focus, his expression a mixture of concern and something else - pride, perhaps?
"How do you feel now?" he asked softly.
"Better," I admitted. "Still... intense, but not overwhelming anymore."
I paused, realizing something. "You knew this would happen, didn't you? That's why you stayed."
Darren nodded slowly. "I suspected it might. Your powers have been growing, and with our... connection, it was only a matter of time before you fed more deeply. I wanted to be here to help you through it."
I felt a rush of gratitude, mixed with a lingering unease. "Thank you," I said softly. "But Darren, I... I took from you without asking. Without even knowing. Isn't that...wrong?"
Darren's expression softened. "Daniel, listen to me. What happened was natural. Instinctive. You didn't consciously choose to feed, and I..." He paused, seeming to choose his words carefully. "I was aware of what was happening, even in sleep. If I had wanted to stop it…”
Darren's words trailed off, his eyes searching my face intently. I felt a flutter in my chest at the implication - he had known, and chosen not to stop me. The realization sent a shiver down my spine.
"You... you let me feed from you?" I whispered, my voice barely audible even to my own heightened senses.
Darren nodded slowly. "I did. Your nature calls to mine, Daniel. Even in sleep, I felt your need. And I... I wanted to provide for you."
His admission hung in the air between us, heavy with meaning. I swallowed hard, trying to process what he was saying. The idea that he had willingly let me take from him, that he had wanted to nourish me in that way, stirred something deep within me.
The moment hung between us, charged with an intensity that made the air feel thick. Darren's eyes, those mesmerizing hazel pools, held mine captive. I was acutely aware of every point of contact between us - his cool hands on my face, the press of his body against mine, pinning me gently to the wall.
The contrast of his cooler skin against my feverish flesh sent shivers cascading down my spine. I opened my mouth to speak, though I wasn't sure what I wanted to say. Before I could form any words, a sudden noise from the hallway shattered the moment. The door to my room swung open with a thump, and there stood Elliott, his eyes wide and mouth agape.
The scene must have looked compromising, to say the least. Darren and I were both barely dressed, our bodies pressed close together against the wall.
Elliott froze in the doorway, his wide eyes flickering between Darren and me, his expression shifting from shock to an awkward mix of disbelief and discomfort. His mouth opened as if to speak, but no words came out. The silence stretched, heavy and charged, until Darren finally turned his head to glance at him.
“Elliott,” Darren said, his voice calm but with an unmistakable edge of command. “What are you doing here?”
Elliott flinched slightly, his gaze darting between us again. “I—uh—I didn’t mean to interrupt,” he stammered, his face flushing a deep crimson. “I thought I heard... something.”
“You did,” Darren replied, his tone sharp and deliberate. “And now you’ve confirmed nothing requires your attention. Leave.”
Elliott blinked, clearly caught off guard by Darren’s firmness. “I just—” he started, but his voice faltered under Darren’s gaze. His shoulders tensed as if he were trying to push through his discomfort, but his eyes betrayed his hesitation. “I mean, I just wanted to make sure everything was okay.”
Darren tilted his head slightly, his hazel eyes narrowing in a way that made the air feel heavier. “Does it look like anything is amiss?” he asked, his voice still calm but carrying the weight of an unspoken warning.
Elliott hesitated, his expression flickering between defiance and unease. I glanced between them, and for a moment, I could’ve sworn I felt a subtle shift in the atmosphere. The tension in the room seemed to compress, like Darren’s presence had expanded to fill every corner. Elliott’s eyes glazed slightly, his posture relaxing against his will.
“Right,” Elliott mumbled, his tone suddenly subdued. “Sorry. I’ll just... go.”
He turned stiffly, retreating a step before Darren spoke again. “Elliott.”
Elliott stopped mid-step, his back to us, visibly holding his breath. “Yeah?”
“Next time,” Darren said, his tone harder now, “knock. And unless it’s life or death, don’t interrupt.”
Elliott nodded jerkily, his movements almost mechanical.
“Understood,” he muttered before slipping out the door, which closed softly but firmly behind him.
The silence that followed felt thick, as if the room were holding its breath. Darren’s hands still rested lightly on my face, his thumbs brushing my skin with deceptive tenderness. I swallowed hard, my mind racing.
“You did something to him, didn’t you?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper.
Darren’s lips curved into the faintest of smiles, though his eyes didn’t lose their sharpness.
“I simply... encouraged him to leave. For his own sake.”
I frowned, my heart still pounding from the charged exchange. “What does that mean? Encouraged him how?”
His gaze softened slightly as he looked back at me, though his voice retained its edge.
“Daniel, do you really think someone like Elliott could withstand the full weight of my disapproval? A glance, a suggestion—that’s all it takes to make someone reconsider their choices.”
I shivered at the implication, torn between awe and unease. “You messed with his head, didn’t you?”
Darren didn’t answer immediately. Instead, his thumbs stilled against my temples, his focus entirely on me.
“I won’t apologize for protecting our privacy,” he said finally, his tone leaving no room for argument. “Elliott had no business intruding. If you find my methods troubling... perhaps that’s something we should discuss.”
I looked away, unsure how to respond. The way he had handled Elliott was both impressive and unsettling, a reminder of just how powerful Darren truly was. Yet, despite the firmness in his tone, I didn’t feel afraid of him. If anything, I felt reassured—safe in the knowledge that he would shield me from anything, even awkward interruptions.
“Thank you,” I said softly, my voice carrying a note of lingering uncertainty. “I just... wasn’t expecting that.”
Darren’s smile returned, warmer this time, though the intensity in his eyes never fully faded. “You’ll learn, Daniel. There are moments to show restraint, and moments to assert yourself. Elliott needed to understand the latter.”
I nodded slowly, my breathing finally settling as I leaned into the cool steadiness of his touch. Whatever Darren had done, it had worked. The moment between us was ours again, unbroken, and I found myself clinging to the sense of control he brought to the overwhelming chaos still stirring within me.
Darren’s arms slipped from my temples to wrap around me, pulling me into his chest with a possessiveness that sent a cascade of shivers down my spine. His embrace was cool and unyielding, grounding me in the present but leaving no doubt about his dominance. There was comfort in his touch, yes, but also an unspoken edge that reminded me of the predator beneath his composed exterior.
“Elliott is unharmed,” Darren said, his voice low and deliberate, each word falling like a heavy stone that threatened to crush the very air around us. I couldn't escape the weight of his words as they hung in the darkened room, suffocating me with their gravity. His warm hazel eyes, usually so steady and kind, now glinted with something ancient and unyielding.
“I did what was necessary for our privacy,” he continued, his grip on me tightening as if to emphasize his point.
“But I need you to understand, Daniel. I am not a gentle being. I have lived for centuries and done unspeakable things to survive. To thrive. That part of me may be buried deep, but it will never truly disappear.”
His words were like daggers, piercing through my defences and reminding me of the dark truth of our world. The scent of him, musky and powerful, only added to the overwhelming sense of his dominance. I wanted to look away from the intensity emanating from him, but his unwavering gaze held me captive.
“You must remember,” Darren said, his voice softening but still laced with a dangerous edge.
“Our world is not for the weak or faint-hearted. It is cruel and unforgiving, filled with sadistic beings who revel in pain and chaos. Rules mean nothing when they are written in blood and broken with pleasure. If you are to survive in this world, you cannot shy away from its dark truths.”
My heart pounded in my chest, fear and determination warring inside me. "I know it's dangerous," I hissed through gritted teeth. "I've seen it - I've felt it."
But Darren's voice cut through mine like a sharp knife. "You've only glimpsed it, Daniel. You've brushed against the edges of darkness, but you haven't stood in its midst. You haven't faced the choices that will test your very soul and leave scars that never fade."
His hands gripped my shoulders, holding me tight as if trying to imprint his words onto my skin.
"And yet, I will protect you from as much of it as I can," he said, his tone grave and tinged with something primal.
"But even my protection has limits. There will come a time when you must face this world for what it truly is, not what you want it to be."
The weight of his words pressed down on me, crushing me with their truth. Darren wasn't just preparing me - he was warning me of the harsh reality of our existence. It wasn't just his strength or age that made him powerful; it was his ability to navigate this cruel world without being consumed by it.
"But you wouldn't..." My voice trailed off, the unspoken question lingering in the air.
A faint smile touched Darren's lips, cold and unyielding. "No, Daniel," he said softly. "I would never harm you. But don't mistake my affection for weakness. I would burn empires to ash to keep you safe, and I would do so with the same mercilessness that has kept me alive for centuries."
His words sent a chill down my spine, not from fear but from the intensity of his conviction. Darren wasn't sugar-coating anything for me - he was revealing the unfiltered truth about our world. And though his embrace was protective, the predator within him remained ever-present, a constant reminder of the danger lurking around us.
"Do you trust me to protect you?" he asked, his piercing gaze never leaving mine.
My answer came easily, without hesitation. "Yes," I breathed, my entire being filled with certainty.
"Then listen closely," Darren said, his voice low and commanding. "I will always keep you safe, but in our world, survival often requires cruelty. Don't shy away from it - embrace it. Master it. Or else, it will consume you."
His words settled over me like a heavy cloak, anchoring me to reality in a way I couldn't have imagined. I nodded slowly, leaning into his strong embrace, finding solace in the shelter of his strength. Whatever this brutal world demanded of me, one thing was certain: Darren would teach me how to endure it.
I stood in front of him, soaking in the gravity of his words and the intensity of his presence. Darren towered over me, his muscular frame exuding both strength and a hint of danger.
As I tilted my head back to meet his gaze, a small smirk tugged at the corners of my lips. His warning only sparked a flicker of amusement within me, a playful way to ease the tension in my stomach.
"So," I teased, feeling emboldened by the softening look in his eyes. "Are you going to teach me how to be a master of cruelty and survival, oh ancient one?"
Darren arched an eyebrow, barely concealing the hint of a smile playing on his lips. "If I must," he replied dryly, though there was a glint of amusement in his voice. "But be warned, Daniel. My lessons are not for the faint-hearted."
"Good thing I'm not faint-hearted," I shot back, letting my fingers trail lightly along his forearm as I stepped closer to him. "And who better to teach me than the master himself? After all, you do have centuries of experience."
His eyes narrowed slightly, but the corners of his mouth betrayed his amusement. "Flirting with me won't make the lessons easier," he said in a low, velvety tone that sent shivers down my spine.
I echoed his words innocently before leaning in closer to him. "I'm just stating facts," I whispered conspiratorially. "You're ancient, powerful, and you've promised to make me dangerous." Playfulness danced in my eyes as I added, "What's not to admire?"
In one swift move, Darren pulled me flush against him, stealing the air from my lungs. His hazel eyes locked onto mine with intense focus, making my heart race.
"If you want to learn," he growled lowly, sending a thrill through me, "you must understand that what I teach is not a game. It is not to be toyed with. Cruelty, Daniel, is a tool - a blade as sharp as any weapon, and just as deadly if mishandled."
His serious tone sent a chill down my spine, but his warm gaze and the feeling of being held in his arms kept me grounded. "And you trust me not to mishandle it?" I asked softly, genuinely curious.
"I trust you to learn," Darren said simply. "And I trust myself to teach you."
I met his intense gaze for a moment before allowing the teasing smirk to return to my face. "So... do I get a syllabus? A study guide? Maybe some extra credit for being an attentive student?" my fingers raising up to gently circle one copper coloured nipple.
Darren's laugh was unexpected but low and deep, igniting something within me. "You'll get what I deem necessary," he replied, leaning closer until his lips brushed against my ear. "And you will learn, Daniel. Whether you're ready for it or not."
A shiver ran through me, and I pressed into him, the playfulness fading as the weight of his promise settled over me once again. "Then teach me," I murmured, a mixture of challenge and surrender in my voice. "I'm ready."
Darren's smile was slow and predatory, his eyes flickering with dangerous pride. "Oh, Daniel," he murmured, pulling me closer possessively. "You will be....."
