“We should set some ground rules,” Godwin said from behind her when she hesitated at the door to Chip’s loft.

“Ground rules?” she asked distractedly, trying not to have a full blown panic attack at entering her not-quite-fiance’s flat.

“Yes, of course. For tonight. We will treat tonight like a game,” he clarified.

“Like what?!” she snapped. She didn’t mean to be so rude to him, she was just so stressed out about this date with Chip that she couldn’t get herself under control. He took her hand in his and she tore it away quickly, cringing as she did it. “Not here, Godwin! I can’t do this with you in front of his flat! You can’t come in!”

“I am coming in, even if you balk. You cannot deter me, not on this. And, you will need me there,” he added before she could interrupt him. “I can help you through this night. Do you trust me, Seneca?”

It wasn’t fair when he said her name like that. It really wasn’t. “I shouldn’t, but I do for some reason,” she admitted even when she thought she should have lied about it. “I just met you, Godwin, but I…god, this is stupid,” she muttered, running her hands through her hair. “I just feel right with you. Safe, like I fit. Or something. I dunno…”

He smiled and she longed to kiss it off of his lips. She had never been this out of control, this…slutty… Her shame sparked to life, adding to the self hatred and guilt.

“You can trust me, Seneca. All will be well. Tonight, we are playing a game together, that is all. There are two rules, and you may add to these rules however you wish, with the exception of barring me from accompanying you into Chester’s abode. One, you do what I tell you, no questions and no arguments. Two, at any time if you cannot do something or it goes beyond your comfort, say a safeword and the game will end,” he said, taking her hand, holding it tightly when she tried to pull it away. He looked into her eyes, forcing her to sink into those shiny silver moons, calming despite herself.

“A game?” she replied weakly. “Safeword?”

“Yes, a game. A safeword to ensure you never press beyond your comfort. What word would you choose? It should be a word you will remember but will not be said by accident,” he said, squeezing her hands warmly in his.

“Ah…I dunno. This is hard to do on the spot. How about…” she trailed off as she looked around her surroundings. Something caught her her eye in the fading light of the day, blinking in and out in pale yellow lights. Fireflies were out, lazily drifting through the air, blinking on and off, reminding her of her night in the park with Godwin. “Firefly,” she said softly.

He nodded, watching the fireflies with her. “Very well. If you feel in any way that you wish the game to stop, you say ‘firefly’ and it will be done. If you do not feel safe, say the safeword and I will do what needs to be done to ensure your safety. Once we go in, I will be unable to speak to you, else Chester might notice my presence.”

She shivered, again not because she was cold. “I’m scared, Godwin. I don’t want to go in. I don’t want to do this.”

He stepped closer to her, pulling her body against his. He was so warm against her back. “All is well. Listen to my directions, then decide, use the safeword, if you really do not wish to do this. I will not force you to perform any actions you do not truly desire. This, our partnership, is to teach you who you are, to feed both of us, and to find mutual enjoyment.”

She didn’t want to, but she allowed him to pull her into his body. He felt so good against her back. With a start she realized she felt absolutely safe with him. “Okay,” she muttered, relaxing against his warm body.

“Seneca,” he said softly into her ear. “You will go into Chester Gibson’s home. You can decide if you wish to dine with him. Afterwards, you will initiate a sexual encounter.”

She cringed against him, already dreading the horrible humping session she was preparing to enter. At least she could feed…

“No, Seneca, you will initiate the encounter. He may not lead. You will…” he trailed off, thinking. She could feel his smile against the back of her neck as he leaned in to whisper directly into her ear. Her core flooded to life, aching and demanding. She had never felt like this before, and it excited her. “You shall perform fellatio on him. Do not let him ride your body, finish him with your mouth. I want you to consume his passions, as well.”

She cringed again, the thought of Chip ejaculating in her mouth, that slimy gross cum covering her tongue, made her stomach turn. “I don’t want to…his penis in my mouth? That’s gross…” she whined. “I’ve never…”

He stilled against her body. “You have never what, little hansa?” he asked softly into her ear.

“Fellatio…I’ve never, ah…sex is just about blood. To distract humans so I can drink them. Why would I…I’ve never. It sounds gross,” she said uncomfortably.

“Not once?” he asked in disbelief.

She shook her head, suddenly very sure Godwin was thinking she was provincial, sexually deficient. She guessed she was, compared to an incubus, but still, it wasn’t like she was a virgin. “Why does it matter? Why do I have to do…that…with him?” she snapped, feeling subpar to the man pressed against her.

“I request you to perform this task. I supposed it does not matter, but I would like you to do so. Perhaps you do not know how it is done? There is no shame in that. I could direct you, if you-”

“I know how it’s done!” she interrupted, her embarrassment forcing her to snap at him again. Tension built up in her shoulders as she lamented, worried she was messing everything up.

He nestled his face into her hair, against her neck, his chin resting on her shoulder. “If you absolutely do not wish perform as I have requested, I will remind you once again that you have a safeword. But…it would make me very pleased if you followed my directions. Will you? Will you do as I have beseeched?” he whispered sensually into her ear.

Her core tightened and she pushed it down as far as she could. She bit her lip until it hurt, taking a deep, vanilla scented breath. He smelled so delicious. His flavor gave her confidence. “I will,” she agreed reluctantly.

She felt him smile against her neck. “That makes me very happy, Seneca. Take him in your mouth. Do not let him mount you. Control your sexual encounter and force his passion on your terms. Our terms.”

Her eyes slipped shut as she shivered again in his arms, some traitorous part of her so eager to earn Godwin’s approval further inciting her excitement. Her core ached and she realized she was pressing her butt into Godwin’s body. She could feel his generous erection through their clothing, pressing comfortably into the cleavage of her buttocks. “You’re…” she trailed off, unable to say the word hard.

He chuckled, sending the butterflies to all parts of her body. “I am,” he confirmed, pressing it against her. “We shall both feed well tonight, hansa.”

“When will I feed?” she asked airily. Her head was swimming, full of Godwin.

“When he finishes, drink his passion. Then, you may feed from him, but you must cancel his memory of the bite,” he directed. “Then you will tell him that you are leaving him. Tell him you cannot marry him, and that you wish him well. Do not engage a conversation. Tell him your message, then we will leave together. I will be there, with you. You can do this, Seneca.”

“Okay, okay,” she heard herself agree as if she was outside of her own body. “I can do this.”

Godwin pulled her back against him, hugging her tightly from behind. He lay a gentle kiss on her neck. “Are you ready?” he whispered intimately.

She couldn’t find words, so she just nodded. He squeezed once more, then released her. She instantly missed his body heat, but the distance from his body helped clear the haze she had been feeling during his embrace.

She took a deep breath and stepped up to the door, her hand hesitating over the buzzer. “You sure he won’t see you?” she asked again, her nerves jump-starting her adrenaline.

Godwin snorted. “He will not see me, hansa. No more hesitation. Go now, and remember the safeword.”

“Firefly,” she repeated. He nodded and without further hesitation, she pressed the buzzer.

Chip must have been waiting for her with how quickly the door opened. “Hey Senny baby! You get lost? I was getting ready to send someone out to look for you,” he said, leaning around the door frame as he pulled the door open. He was wearing a sports jersey, one that was too big on him. She had no idea what sport it was for, and she didn’t really care, but it looked a bit ridiculous on him. Actually, she thought most sports jerseys looked ridiculous, regardless of who wore them short of professional athletes.

Godwin caressed her shoulder slightly, just a touch, but it kept her from cringing at Chip’s use of her horrible nickname and kept her from balking at his entryway. “I had a few things I had to do first,” she replied, lying casually. It didn’t even make her feel bad this time.

“Ah, no prob,” he replied easily, moving to let her in.

She stepped through the door, stepping in slowly to allow Godwin entry, too. She subtly looked at him, slipping between her and the door, then at Chip. Chip didn’t see him, even though he passed within inches of his body. Once the door was shut and Godwin had disappeared into the flat, she let out a breath she didn’t realize she was holding. She took her shoes off, kicking them by the door.

“I didn’t order anything yet, figured I’d wait for you. You feel like Chinese or pizza tonight, babe?” he asked her as she walked into the flat. “I thought we could watch this movie I got about an underdog college football team that…”

She groaned internally, rolling her eyes and promptly ignoring his words. There was no way she was going to watch a movie about football with Chip. She was so high strung, so nervous and excited and scared that she just wanted this over with. She felt Godwin’s eyes on her, the tingle on the back of her neck, and she knew she didn’t want to have dinner with Chip.

She just wanted to get through this. She just wanted to please Godwin. A voice inside her wondered if she should be allowing a man she had just met this much power over her, but she silenced it. They were partners, and he was helping her with this little marriage… misunderstanding.

She turned back to Chip, who was still talking about the stupid football movie. She grabbed him by that dumb jersey and pulled, walking backwards and leading him towards his bedroom. Godwin followed them, making eye contact with her over Chip’s shoulder, encouraging her with his silvery eyes, igniting sparks in her core. The look on his face was so sexy it almost made her swoon again, but she held it together.

“What’s going on, babe?” Chip asked her, puzzled. She looked back at him. The confused yet hopeful look on his face was amusing now that she realized she was going to break it off with him, for real this time.

“I don’t want dinner, or a movie,” she breathed out. The huskiness of her voice surprised her.

“No?” Chip asked, instantly understanding, a sly smile on his face.

“No,” she agreed. She kicked backwards and opened his bedroom door without looking, dragging him into the room.

Godwin slipped into the room with demon quickness just before Chip closed it behind him. “What’s gotten into you? I see you are already excited to be the new Mrs Chip Gibson,” Chip smiled smugly as she pushed him up against the wall.

“Shut up,” she demanded as she pulled his stupid jersey over his idiot head. He only fought it for a second before he figured out what she was trying to do, then helped her pull it off. Her eyes went straight to those beautiful, perfectly toned abs. She felt a little guilt at the fact that she liked his abs more than him. This would be her last time with those abs, but something told her she wouldn’t miss them too much, not when she had Godwin. She kneeled down before him, her lips already trailing across his nearly hairless torso.

His abs under her lips felt nice. She closed her eyes, imagining these abs on anyone else. She kissed and nipped at them, running her lips over his smooth skin. His heat under her lips, his firm skin between her teeth. She wondered how much warmer Godwin’s skin would feel in her mouth, under her tongue. She pretended she could taste his vanilla scented skin. Chip’s hands pushed her back too soon, she wasn’t done with his abs!

“Bed, Senny baby,” he said, nodding towards his unmade bed. He pushed her back so that she was sitting on her heels, and slid his pants down. He was not wearing underwear and his manhood popped out, half erect. He stepped around her, grabbing her by the shoulder to pull her with him.

She narrowed her eyes at his pushiness, and his nickname for her. He was already turning this into what he wanted. She almost fell back into her ways, almost allowed herself to be pushed around by him, but she felt Godwin’s ghostly touch on the back of her neck. She focused on it and it slid down her shoulder and along the outside of her arm. She looked up, remembering he was in the room with her. She had forgotten about him when she was enjoying abs, but now she was quite reminded of his presence in the room.

She had to get control back. At this rate, she would disappoint Godwin. She couldn’t bear it. She longed for his approval, for his praise, and she was not going to let Chester Gibson ruin that for her.

“Come here, Chip,” she said, command in her voice.

He cringed a little bit, turning back to her. “I thought we’d do it the way we always do…” he almost whined.

How had she tolerated his childish nature this long? He was a selfish, overgrown manchild. “No, I want tonight to be different,” she said sternly.

He frowned at her. “Come on, Senny baby,” he cooed to her. “Come here and let me love you.”

The thought of being under Chip as he had his way, with little to no regard for her, made her sick to her stomach. She could tell he wasn’t going to come back to her. He stood stubbornly, body perfectly proportioned, body language demanding her attend him. No. She would not let him control her, or this encounter. Like Godwin had said, she was going to control this encounter on her own terms. Their terms. She was done feeling bad, and being made feel bad by Chip.

She glanced at Godwin. He smiled encouragingly. She returned his smile, nodded subtly at him, then made it a point to ignore him. She was worried she would feel weird with him watching, but somehow it made her feel more comfortable, more in control of the situation than she would have thought.

She returned her focus to Chip, pushing herself up off the floor. She stalked over to him and he smiled his doofy smile, so sure of himself, so sure he had won. He moved slightly so she could lay down on the bed, his member fully erect now.

She looked down at it. She had never actually given anyone fellatio before. It seemed so…dirty. Godwin’s touch sent a shiver down her spine, encouraging her. She could do this. She would do this, she would be in charge and she would not let Chip screw her.

Seneca pushed Chip down, both hands placed firmly on his chest. The surprised look in his eyes was totally worth it, as he did not expect her vampire’s strength. Quickly, before he recovered, she dropped down onto her knees, and before she could form any second thoughts, wrapped her mouth around his member.

She almost gagged at the smell. It smelled so strongly, so musky and sweaty that she hesitated pushing it into her mouth. Godwin’s touch again on her neck, so soft and slight, but so comforting and supportive. She could do this.

“What are you doing?” Chip asked, placing his hand on her head, forcing her to look at him.

“Don’t look at me,” she almost snarled. Chip dropped his hand quickly as if burned. She would not let Chip ruin this for her, take this from her. She would do this, she would earn Godwin’s praise. She would earn her own respect. Before he could say anything else, her mouth closed around his manhood and she pushed her head down onto it.

The taste was repulsive. She wondered if he had even showered since he got home from the gym, then decided she didn’t want to know. She was going to brush her teeth at least four times after tonight was done. Chip groaned above her, enough encouragement that she was doing something right for her to continue. She slid her mouth down the hard length of him until the tip touched the back of her throat. She caught herself before she gagged, pulling off of it just a little.

She bobbed her head, slowly rising and falling on his sex. He groaned above her, his hand reaching out for her head again. She narrowed her eyes at him and he pulled back apprehensively, then leaned back, resting on his hands. She bit down gently, enjoying how his member felt under her teeth, hard and soft at the same time. She wondered what this would feel like if she actually liked the person she was giving head.

Chip’s new submissiveness, her power over him, sent wetness to her core and it began to ache pleasantly. Not for Chip, she didn’t want him. It just ached pleasantly, longing to be touched. She focused on these feelings, the feeling of the penis in her mouth and the wetness in her panties, not Chip or anything related to him, other than those beautiful abs she could see flexing as she sucked him.

“Please, Senny baby, I’m almost there. Let’s move onto the bed now…” he muttered through moans of pleasure.

She shook her head, still bobbing on his dick.

“Senny…” he whined.

She pulled off of him and gave him a wilting look. “Call me that again and I will bite it off, Chester,” she hissed before sucking him back in her mouth. His precum was thick and heady in her mouth. It tasted naughty.

Naughty…the thought, the taste did something to her brain. Godwin’s touch ran down her arms, along the outside of her body, and then she felt his touch on her neck, in her hair as she sucked and bobbed on Chip’s manhood. She could feel the weight of his eyes, watching her do something so naughty and it was so hot in that moment she forgot who was in her mouth. She could feel her panties growing wetter by the second, the ache turning up to a throbbing pressure between her legs.

Chip did not warn her he was going to come verbally, but he pulled her head down, thrusting himself down her throat, taking her out of the moment with his violence. She swallowed hard, mostly by instinct, but it allowed her not to have his taste coat her mouth. She held him deep as he pulsed and twitched, swallowing his cum before it could fill her mouth. He tried to pull back but she kept him still, her hands on his hips and her teeth pressed firmly against his most sensitive spots.

When he finished she pulled away, quickly dropping his softening member. “Wow, that was-” he started to say as she nipped and kissed her way up his abs. Godwin’s eyes on her, watching her, was hot, so sexy, that she felt free, unbound by her normal guilt and inhibitions. “Woah, babe, I’m done for the night,” Chip said as she reached his neck, pushing his head back. “I dunno about you, but I’m ready for some grub.”

“Mmm-hmm,” she said as she pushed her way to his neck, biting down viper fast. His blood, normally good, was especially flavorful tonight. It mixed with the lingering taste of his dick in her mouth and the combination was…exhilarating. She pulled hard on his neck and he went slack in her arms. Her hips rocked over his lap, her core burning with need, but he had nothing for her to rub on.

She whined in frustration. She could feel Godwin, still there, still watching, his ghostly fingers still skimming the outskirts of her body lasciviously. It wasn’t enough. She wanted more. Needed more. She was close, so close to something new, something different and amazing. She needed something…

Godwin moved so fast she didn’t see it, one minute he was standing against the window, leaning heavily on his injured leg, then he was behind her, his hands on her shoulders. He leaned down and whispered into her ear quietly, so soft that it was barely a breath. “Touch yourself.”

She whined without breaking her suction on Chip’s neck. His breath tickled her ear pleasantly. “Touch yourself, Seneca…”

Her body moved as if on its own accord, her hand dipping under her skirt. She rubbed herself through her panties, which were soaking wet with her lust. Godwin didn’t say anything else, but he continued to hover, his hands on her shoulders. He took a deep breath, scenting her lust in the air, and she flushed deeply, still drinking from Chip.

Chip shifted, dazed from her drinking, leaning back even farther. She moved with him and her fingers slipped under the elastic band of her panties. Her core was wet and slick and smooth. Her finger glided against her lips, pushed into the part between her labia and she nearly screamed in pleasure. She did it again, the feeling making her brain feel numb as it built up something in her core. Something hot and ready to burst. She moved her fingers again, back and forth between the slit, sucking more of Chip’s hot blood into her mouth.

The thing that was building up inside of her burst, her hips thrusting over her fingers. She felt Godwin’s hands grip her shoulders and he leaned in over her, which just made it that much better for her. She had followed her orders, she had pleased Godwin. She gushed, her core flooding her fingers with her wetness, her hips rocking until they gave out.

She slumped forward onto Chip, her body tingling from the release. She had never felt like this before. It was amazing. How had she never known this feeling before?

Chip shifted beneath her, ruining the moment. His pupils were still blown wide, but she knew he would be returning to normal soon.

She tried to push herself up but her body felt like macaroni. She was grateful for Godwin’s hands on her shoulders. “Chip, I did not bite you.”

He nodded, still dazed. “No, you didn’t bite me. You don’t like biting.”

“We are not getting married,” she continued firmly.

“We aren’t?” he asked, his face frowning in consternation.

“We aren’t. You decided you wanted to see other people,” she pressed on.

He shook his head no. “No, I don’t…”

Godwin squeezed her shoulders. He was probably telling her what she already was guessing. That Chip was not going to be swayed through blood dazing. “Fine. I left you, I am…ah…” She trailed off, his face falling, that sad, kicked puppy look making her falter.

“Don’t leave…”

“No!” she snapped. “I am leaving. Goodbye, Chip. Have a nice life. I hope you find a good girl who can love you.”

Chip whined piteously from the bed and she did her best to ignore him. She turned back to Godwin and he nodded at her. He looked a little dazed. The silver filled his eyes entirely, reflecting strangely in the low light. She went to stand and her legs were wobbly, Godwin’s hands on her arms the only thing keeping her from falling. She walked from the room, supported by the incubus, leaving Chip dazed and confused on his bed.

She didn’t even stop to put her shoes on, just grabbed them and ran out the door barefoot.

The Game Chapter 4: Just a Touch

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