In order to attract their attention, and get them to rex a little, Sincir cps his hands. “I can tell you’re both even tenser than before, so st start with something easy… It was an unfortunate accident, but these things happen.”

  Both Esme and Collin gre at him, obviously reminded of how much time he spent ughing at said unfortunate accident.

  Sincir clears his throat. “…Okay, like I said, let’s start with something easy. Collin, why don’t you tell Esme what you think about her? Look her in the eyes while you do it.”

  Collin’s body tenses.

  “You know, I can’t help you if you don’t put in the effort.”

  Collin takes a deep breath, then gnces toward Esme, who blushes.

  “…I t-think Miss Esme is pretty, of course, or I wouldn’t put up with this insanity,” he murmurs.

  Sincir smiles. “That wasn’t so bad! Now, Esme, what do you think about our friend Collin, the vampire?”

  Esme grimaces, throwing a quick gnce in his direction before meeting Collin’s gaze once more. “He… He’s good looking, and he’s strong… He seems nice, and it’s obvious he’s intelligent… If we hadn’t met under such weird circumstances, I might’ve had a crush,” she murmurs.

  Sincir ughs. “See? You’re both still alive, even though your faces are red… Collin, it’s always nice to meet a woman who takes the initiate, but they’re rare, and you can’t count on bumping shoulders with one when you’re spending most of your life underground, so in your case, you must learn to take the initiative yourself… Go on, Esme already said she likes you, right?”

  Collin bites his lower lip. “I… I confess, I’m not sure what I’m supposed to do, even if they admit they like me…”

  Sincir hums. “Unfortunately, I doubt you’ll ever become a smooth talker, if this is your starting point, but for now, don’t think too much about finding the correct thing to say, and just speak. What do you want?”

  “I…” Collin swallows. “Miss Esme, would it be okay if I… K-k-kissed you?”

  “You’re too forward,” Esme says, to which Sincir rolls his eyes.

  “Don’t listen to her; She has about as much social skill as you. Look, that wasn’t too bad, but you need to think about circumstances. Right now, Esme is a bit weirded out, right? You’re a smart guy, so I believe you can think of a way to make her at ease, before jumping to physical contact.”

  “Weirded out…” Collin murmurs.

  Sincir is gd he is cooperating so readily. Honestly, Collin seems like a bit of a pushover, in spite of his obvious strength. Still, as funny as this whole situation might be from his perspective, he is honestly trying to help the vampire gain some confidence…

  “Maybe it’d help if talked a bit about myself first…?” Collin eventually asks, gncing from Esme to Sincir uncertainly as he does so.

  Sincir smiles at him. “Good choice. But keep it in mind, Esme will grow cold if your story is too long.”

  “…Already too te for that,” she murmurs, “And don’t think I missed the fact you did something when I was about to fall earlier. That was magic, wasn’t it?”

  Sincir clicks his tongue. “Esme, if you’re not into it, then maybe we should have you doing it naked, from here on out? It’d make it harder for poor Collin, but I believe-”

  “No… It’s quite alright,” Esme cuts in, her eye twitching as she chuckles humorlessly, “I’ve brought this on myself, and now I must pay price for my stupidity…”

  “I’m gd you came around.”

  “Bastard.”

  Ignoring Esme’s gre, Sincir snorts. “Collin, don’t let her attitude discourage you. Esme is a unique woman, and even I had trouble convincing her to lower her guard. She’s always second guessing everything, and she assumes every shadow is out to get her… But Esme’s unapproachable personality aside, you were about to tell us about yourself. Go on.”

  Collin takes a deep breath. “I’m sorry you have to go through this, Miss Esme.”

  “It’s okay, I’m used to it… Like I said, moth to a fme. Can’t help it.”

  Sincir rolls his eyes. At least they’re getting along…

  Collin clears his throat. “I… I was born in a vilge a couple of days away from the city. We survived by hunting and fishing in the forest, we sang songs during communal meals, and we barely managed to get through each winter… During one particurly harsh winter, something come out of the forest and ate through our stock of food… Our hunters tried to fight it, but it wasn’t hurt by our weapons… It is an old story now, but once the winter was through, I was the only survivor left. I took me a while to realize why, but it became fairly obvious once the sunlight begun to hurt my eyes, and my hunger took on a different form…”

  “For a while, I wandered the night, attacking animals and travelers alike, my mind barely more than that of a beast. Later, I’d come to find out a decade went by, but at the time, to me, it felt as though only a couple of months… Until, one day, I met a woman walking through the forest. The night didn’t seem to bother her, and unlike the travelers I had come across thus far, she didn’t scream when she spotted me… She broke my limbs when I tried to run, and then my neck.”

  Collin chuckles, raising his eyes to inspect his audience of two before continuing. “Once more, I thought it was the end, but I woke up by the next sundown, in a cave. The woman from previous night sat before a campfire next me, and she said: ‘You mustn’t attack innocent travelers. It won’t be long before hunters come after you, and they’ll show even less mercy than I did...’”

  Collin takes a deep breath. “It was hard, at first, to contain my hunger from taking over. But I managed with hunting only animals for a while… A year, to be precise, at end of which I had managed to recover most of my rational thoughts, and it was then that I met the woman again. This time, she smiled at me and said: ‘You’re the first who has managed to control your hunger after receiving a warning from me. Would you like to travel together?’

  Sincir throws Collin an incredulous look. “Really? Just like that?”

  Collin ughs again, with little humor in it. “Master is a strange woman, to put it lightly. She does things at her own pace, and never listens to anyone… But she’s honest, and compassionate, in her own way. She happens to like books, but founding Inquiry was my idea, and perhaps the first time she ever listened to anything I had to say.”

  Sincir throws Esme a gnce, but it is hard to gauge her reaction to Collin’s story, though he can tell she at least listened to it.

  “I think I see where the problem lies,” Sincir says, “Collin, you’re still surviving on animal hunting, aren’t you?”

  Collin opens his mouth, then closes it.

  “I see. And I bet the vampires who grow up in the city think you’re pathetic for it.”

  Collin sighs, and his shoulders drop. “Is it that obvious? I’ve never been good with people… Even back in my vilge, I was still a bit of an outcast for believing we should find a different, more efficient way to gather food. Surviving from animals as a vampire is hard… Harder that I could expin with words alone. Many of the others tried, but I’m the only one who managed. I wouldn’t even say I do it by choice, I just…”

  “You’re afraid to lose control again?”

  Collin nods, and Sincir hums thoughtfully.

  “Esme, are you feeling better now?” he asks, meeting her gaze as he does.

  Esme grimaces. “Kick the puppy while he is down, Esme, why won’t you? Refuse to kiss the poor, starving vampire if you can…” she murmurs exasperatedly, shaking her head, then gncing at Collin as she continues, “If you run away from me again, I’m not doing it anymore, you hear me?”

  Eyes slightly wide, Collin nods, and then, as Esme climbs over the couch, slowly crawling in his direction, he watches her almost as if paralyzed under her eyes…

  By the look on his face, it is obvious Collin hasn’t starved himself only of human blood during these past five centuries.

  “…Ready?” Esme murmurs, once she’s close enough to kiss him.

  Collin swallows. “W-wait, maybe-”

  Esme leans forward, effectively cutting him off with her mouth, then pushing him down until his back is against the couch, with her lying on top of him.

  Collin remains stiff at first, but soon his breathing begins to grow heavier under Esme’s assault, their pressed mouths making it clear they’re tongue kissing… The scene goes on for a while, until Esme finally pulls her head up, breathless and blushed.

  Eyes locked against Collin’s, who still has his mouth slightly opened, she licks her lips, then murmurs, “I thought it’d taste and smell like blood.”

  Collin frowns, offended looking. “I clean myself after hunting.”

  Sincir sighs. “Try again, the both of you.”

  Esme grimaces. “…Sorry. I meant to say… You’re a surprisingly good kisser, Collin. I liked it.”

  Collin blushes visibly. “T-thank you. This is not my first time… It just… It never sts…”

  Sincir smiles. “Go on, kiss again. I can tell you want to... This time, Collin should take the initiative to do it.”

  Esme gres at him, but Sincir pays it no mind… More importantly, Collin doesn’t seem to have eyes for anyone but her anymore.

  “May… May I, Miss Esme?”

  Shifting her eyes back to Collin, Esme frowns slightly. “You know I can feel your erection against my stomach, right? I think we’re a bit past the miss at this point… Just call me Esme.”

  “That’s her way of saying she wants you to shove your tongue in her mouth, Collin,” Sincir adds.

  “…Oh.”

  “Just kiss her already,” he prompts with a chuckle.

  Finally, Collin does so, slowly rising his upper body to meet Esme’s until their mouths are locked together once more. Again, their kiss sts for a while…

  Eventually realizing they’ll just keep going if left alone, Sincir clears his throat. “Okay, separate. Esme, go back to your corner.”

  “W-what?” she asks while pulling herself away from Collin.

  “You heard me. This isn’t about the two of you getting off as fast as possible; This is to help Collin gain some confidence.”

  She grimaces at him. “Really? Because I thought this was about you pimping me out to gain a powerful underling. What happened to you saying I should seduce him however I wanted it?”

  Sincir sighs; He can tell she’ll never let him live this down, no matter how much she ends up enjoying it, in the end.

  “You flopped that, remember? Quite literally, in fact… For now, just do as I say, please. Collin also needs some time to catch his breath.”

  Esme gnces at the vampire underneath her, widening her gaze as she notices his hungry expression, reddened eyes, and fully extended fangs.

  “Don’t… Don’t worry, Miss Esme, I won’t hurt you. But maybe we should stop for a moment…”

  Face now slightly pale, Esme nods, then slowly backs away from him until she’s sitting at the couch’s end once more.

  “How are you feeling, Collin?”

  “…Hungry,” the vampire murmurs as he continues to stare at the ceiling, then gulps, “Hungrier than I’ve felt in a very long time.”

  “In between fucking her, or biting her, which one would rather have?” Sincir asks curiously, ignoring the dirty look Esme throws him in response.

  “Right now, biting… But I… I can still smell her… It’s driving me crazy… I could feel her… Her breasts… During our kiss…”

  “Want to see them?” Sincir asks.

  Collin swallows again. “I’m s-sorry, Miss Esme…”

  Sincir rises an eyebrow at Esme, who grimaces, then takes a gnce toward the very obvious bulge caused by Collin’s member against his pants.

  “Fine…” she murmurs, “I guess I can’t pretend I’m not into it when my nipples are sticking out through my fucking dress like this.”

  “Pervert,” Sincir accuses.

  “You’re the st person I wanna hear that from you.”

  “Fair enough,” Sincir retorts, chuckling as he does so; After all, his own erection is rather obvious against his pants, and he is sure Esme has noticed it by now.

  “Neither of you is helping…” Collin groans.

  Sincir ughs. “I think he means for you to take the initiative this time, love.”

  “Love? You never called me love before, and now it’s the second time,” Esme points out, suspicious sounding.

  Sincir shrugs. “It’s an old habit; You could say it means you’ve been successfully promoted from a friend.”

  “Hurray,” Esme murmurs, sounding anything but excited as she gnces toward Collin’s lying form once more, and bites her lip. “You told me to take the initiative, but…”

  “Just do what you feel like. I taught you how to rex a reticent partner st time, remember?”

  She sighs. “I was afraid you’d say that.”

  Looking at Collin as she meets his slightly reddened eyes, Esme throws him a small smile.

  “M-Miss Esme?”

  “I hate to admit it, but the idiot over there knows what he is talking about… Making out with somebody wearing shoes sucks. Mind if I take yours off?”

  “Uhm-”

  Before Collin manages to answer, Esme is already moving to do so.

  “W-wait, Miss Esme-”

  Once she has removed Collin’s shoes, Esme crawls over him once more, pressing her hand against his chest and cutting him off as she meets his gaze directly.

  “My breasts, you wanted to see them, right?”

  Collin swallows.

  “Say it. Tell me directly.”

  “I… I want to see it… Miss Esme’s breasts,” Collin murmurs breathlessly.

  “You’re cute, Collin, so I want to show them to you… But I’m afraid you’re suffering more and more the longer we keep this up. I… I want you to bite me.”

  Collin’s eyes widen. “I… I c-can’t…”

  “I think you can control yourself. I think you can control yourself better than any of the other vampires in here… And I think Sincir has little use for a vegan vampire who can’t speak with a woman properly. So, I’ll show you my breasts, if you promise me you’ll bite me tonight.”

  Sincir blinks. Even if he’s the one who paired them up, he’s surprised Esme would go this far. Does she even know what being bitten by a vampire means for a human?

  Should he stop them?

  “I…” Collin closes his eyes, frowning deeply as he continues to breath one deep breath at a time.

  For him, this is all probably happening too fast. They’ve met about an hour prior as enemies, and now he’s being pushed to face his greatest fears… Perhaps he should call this off and take things at a slower pace, get Collin to meet a different partner, of his own initiate?

  “If you agree to bite me… I’ll suck something from you in return,” Esme whispers, slowly and sweetly, “That way, we’ll be even, right?”

  Suddenly, Collin opens his eyes, now fully overtaken by red other than their originally gray irises; He lies so still under Esme, it obvious even at a first gnce that he is no longer breathing.

  “Open your mouth for me,” Esme orders breathlessly, “I want to see your fangs… I know you liked when I ran my tongue against them earlier…”

  Sincir sighs. Things having moved too fast or not, stopping them now might cause more harm than the alternative…

  As instructed, Collin opens his mouth, revealing his fully extended fangs under the firelight illuminating their surroundings.

  Esme stares at them for a moment, then slowly leans over, until she’s close enough for a kiss, before extending her tongue as she runs it over Collin’s left fang; Eyes widening, Collin arches his back.

  “Not yet… Don’t move yet…”

  Lords. Does she know what she is doing to him?

  Esme is merciless, and she continues to slowly lick Collin’s fangs for several moments more in spite of the vampire’s repeated groans.

  “Does it make you angry…? That I’m being mean…? You want to take it out on me, right…? It’s okay… Fuck me up if you want… Grind it against me if you want…”

  Collin groans, body tense and breathing accelerated. Then, suddenly, he pulls Esme away and jumps at her neck, biting it; The whole movement happens in less than a second.

  Esme cringes at first, but impressively enough, she doesn’t try to move away; Instead, she hugs Collin and presses herself against him, grabbing hold of his nape’s hair as she does so.

  However, Esme’s pained expression doesn’t st for long, and she soon widens her eyes, before biting her lower lip as she releases a small moan.

  “W-what… Why does it f-feel…?”

  Collin grabs her hips and pushes Esme even closer against him, causing her dress to rise as they both begin to grind against each other desperately.

  Esme moans, loudly this time, her eyes having now grown vacant.

  One look at her face, and Sincir can tell she is coming; Moreover, any more than this, and the loss of blood, as well as Life Force, could become dangerous for her.

  I’d be good if Collin managed to stop on his own, but… He’ll give it three more-.

  As abruptly as he attacked her, Collin suddenly pulls away, jumping from the couch and pressing himself against the room’s door as his chest rises and lowers rapidly.

  Without his support, Esme back like a puppet which had its strings cut, though Sincir manages to reach her before she slides off the couch completely.

  Gncing at the bit marks on her neck, he quickly casts a healing spell to close them, though Esme doesn’t even seem to notice, continuing to quiver over the waves of her orgasm for several moments more, eyes rolled against the back of her head.

  Shit; The bite of a five-hundred-year-old vampire is no joke.

  As he holds Esme in his arms, Sincir gnces over his shoulder toward Collin, meeting the vampire’s widened eyes.

  “Well, don’t just stand there, come help her. You have to be able to do it on your own from now own, or this is pointless.”

  Sincir pretends not to see the vampire’s tears, or the look of terror in his eyes as he slowly steps closer.

  “Don’t worry, you stopped in time. She’ll need some rest, but she’ll be fine. See?”

  Sincir moves away to give Collin some space as he approaches, widened eyes inspecting Esme’s bare legs, curled toes, sweaty skin, and shallow breathing.

  “Go on, comfort her; She’ll feel used if you just leave her alone like this.”

  Collin swallows, hands trembling as he leans over Esme and drags his fingers against her skin.

  “M-Miss Esme, can you hear me…? Does it hurt…?”

  Esme slowly opens her eyes as she attempts to focus them, but seems unable to. “C-Collin…? You… You drunk enough, right…? I can’t… I think it’d be dangerous if you… If you bit me again…”

  Collin’s eyes widen, and he gnces at Sincir for a moment before shifting his eyes toward Esme once more. “N-no, don’t worry, that was more than enough. I’ll be fine, I’d never hurt you-”

  “Hold… Hold me for a second, okay… Just…”

  As Esme closes her eyes once more, Collin finally grabs her as he lies next to her on the couch, and brings her head to rest against his chest, gently enough to have Sincir rolling his eyes.

  “Run your fingers through her hair,” he tells Collin, “And whisper her something nice... And for the love of the Creator, try to rex a little. She’s fine.”

  Again, Collin’s eyes dash in between the both of them, his conflicting feelings obvious in his expression… But he does obey, slowly running his fingers through Esme’s hair as he murmurs something about her scent being the nicest thing he has ever smelled...

  The scene reminds Sincir of having taught other incubus how to feed without killing their prey, something he has done as Varzath (obviously), at the beginning of their time gathering followers. Even if Collin is a guy, and Esme is technically his girlfriend, he doesn’t care about those things... It feels good to see Collin not being starved anymore, guy or not.

  “Shut up… Sincir, he’s terrible at this, make him stop…”

  Sincir chuckles. “What he meant to say is that your tongue work was awesome; Nice going there.”

  “I hate the both of you,” Esme groans, “…And I never said you should stop your hand, Collin.”

  As he resumes caressing Esme, Collin releases a slow breath. His eyes seem to have returned to normal, but his skin is glistening with sweat, making it clear how hard this all must’ve been for him.

  “Good job, the both of you. I know it wasn’t easy, but it was fun, right?”

  Esme snorts. “Collin, you didn’t come, right? All of a sudden, I feel like taking your dick in my mouth in front of a certain dumbass... I did promise, after all.”

  Collin blinks.

  “…Except, I can’t move my limbs.”

  Esme opens her eyes, still slightly vacant, as she gnces from Collin to him.

  “Since you’ve come this far, it feels unfair if I’m the only one feeling good.”

  Sincir chuckles. “She’s telling you to abuse her defenseless body to your heart’s content… It’d be rude to refuse such an honest request from a dy, when she has id her heart bare to you, Collin.”

  Collin hesitates, his eyes sliding across Esme’s glistening skin and disheveled dress, before stopping over the vision of her visibly standing nipples.

  “May… May I…?”

  Esme seems to take a moment to realize what he means, after which she shudders slightly. “Yeah… I promised that too, didn’t I? Look as much as you want…”

  Collin swallows as he drags his fingers through Esme’s shoulders, sliding her dress from them until only her perked breasts stop it from falling.

  Esme shudders again, the fixed gazes of the both of them seeming to turn her skin red, and causing her hairs to stand on end.

  “Fuck…” Esme murmurs, “Sincir, you bastard… Nobody will ever marry me after this…”

  Collin doesn’t seem to have heard her, and his hand shakes as it moves away the st piece of cloth covering Esme’s pale, freckled breasts, revealing her standing nipples at st...

  As the cloth falls away, Esme pulls her breath in sharply, denouncing her sensibility.

  “Collin, you worked hard for this, so touch them as much as you want,” Sincir says, causing Esme to open her eyes, gring at him.

  “Hey, whose breasts do you think you’re offering-”

  But Esme’s voice becomes a surprised moan as Collin grabs a hold of her left breast, gently at first, but slowly pressing over her nipple until she arches her back underneath him.

  “I’m sorry, Miss Esme, but this is payback from earlier… Don’t worry, I won’t hurt you…”

  Esme curses, legs shaking as Collin continues to slowly py with her breasts and nipples, pulling them up one at a time.

  “Y-you mean when I p-pyed with your f-fangs…?! S-sorry, was t-that too f-far?! I didn’t mean it-”

  Collin presses his lips against Esme’s, cutting her off as he continues to massage her breasts.

  “Press you knee against her,” Sincir tells him, “Or she’ll really go crazy.”

  Collin does so, and Esme immediately begins to rub herself against his leg midst their kiss, almost desperately so.

  Watching the two of them, Sincir takes a deep breath; He’s not made of stone, after all, and seeing them both getting off without doing anything himself is not easy… But he’ll endure, for tonight.

  Unsurprisingly, it doesn’t take long for Esme to come again, moaning into Collin’s mouth as her entire body shakes beneath him.

  “Miss Esme, can I…?!” Collin says as he finally pulls his mouth away from hers.

  “Y-yeah… Just do it, already!”

  Collin nods, climbs over, and lowers his pants, throwing them away.

  For looking like a sixteen-year-old otherwise, Sincir has to admit Collin’s cock if not half bad; And Esme must think the same, because she shudders once he presses it against her face, seemingly unable to contain himself.

  “Wait…” Esme murmurs, expression suddenly slightly awkward. “Can you… Can you force me…? You’re strong enough to, right? And I can barely move… Force me to suck it. Fuck my mouth… But not too hard? Every time you touch me, I feel like you could break me, like a porcein doll, and it’s driving me crazy…”

  His member in hand, Collin stands paralyzed over Esme, his expression shocked-looking.

  “Can you deep throat?” Sincir asks, causing Esme to gnce at him and blush.

  “Sorry, I couldn’t bring myself to ask you yesterday… Fuck, was it really just a day ago that we…? No, forget that… I tried it… I tried it with fruits before, and I took them pretty deep…”

  Sincir chuckles. “You heard that, Collin? She wants your cock down her throat... She wants you to force her to take it. Well, go ahead, I certainly won’t stop you, when she’s asking for it herself.”

  Collin swallows. After everything that Esme put him thought, his member is hard enough to look painful, and it is far from small.

  “Are you sure, Miss Esme?”

  Esme nods. “I’ll try to resist, but I’m pretending, okay?”

  “Do you know how to do it?” Sincir asks him, shooting Collin a smile as he does so.

  “Is there a single man who has never fantasized about it…? But I’m worried for Miss Esme. If she’ll pretend to resist, then how will I know if something serious happens?”

  “Esme, can you move your hand?” Sincir asks.

  “Just… Just barely,” she murmurs.

  “If it becomes too much, tap it against Collin three times… Or, if you can’t reach him, the couch. Collin, think you’ll be able to tell if she does it?”

  “Of course. Compared to controlling my hunger, this is nothing… May I start, Miss Esme?”

  Esme ughs. “Sorry, I can tell you’re at your limits…”

  Suddenly, Collin pushes his hips forward, cutting her off; As promised, Esme presses her lips together and tries to resist him, and for a moment, Collin allows her to… But then, he cuts her breath off by pressing her nose, slowly dragging his member’s head against her closed lips, as he does so.

  Esme groans, closes her eyes, and frowns; But without being able to move her limbs, she’s defenseless to resist, other than trying to bite Collin, which would obviously be going too far.

  Their struggle continues for a while, until Esme suddenly opens her mouth to breath, allowing Collin to finally push his member inside, which he does gradually, moaning softly all the while; Esme gags, but Collin doesn’t stop, or releases of her nose, continuing to push his hips forward at stead pace until his member his fully disappears within her mouth.

  Esme struggles, curls her fingers and toes, but Collin still doesn’t allow her to breath, taking her mouth one slowly thrust at a time.

  His expression makes it obvious he’s having the time of his life, so Sincir doesn’t interfere… Esme asked for it, after all.

  Still, he can’t help but worry a little in virtue of her obviously pained expression and the gagging noises she makes each time Collin’s member goes past a certain point…

  Suddenly, Collin pulls back his cock all the way, allowing Esme a much-needed breath of air; Although, she is only able to cough twice before he shoves it in again.

  This continues on for a while, with Collin gradually rising the pace of his thrusts until he’s all but fucking Esme’s throat.

  Sincir clenches his teeth, and then his hand, in order to stop himself from joining in, or worse, touching himself.

  Instead, he falls back to his own couch, dropping against in and releasing a deep breath once Collin finally comes, while buried deep within Esme’s throat…