The Shape of Things to Come (Hypernaturals 15)

Instructions

I pulled Sylvie's clothes back into order and buttoned her up. She randomly batted at my hands as I dressed her.

"No... off...." she pleaded, but her voice was confused and distant.

Once I had her reassembled, she stood there swaying. Her hands running up and down her torso as if they were looking for a way back into her own clothes. After all the Vampire biochemical warfare, she is confused. Torn between her inborn animal natures overwhelming lust and the direct application of two Vampires worth of Juice to her brain.

Morgan has mentioned upon occasion that the combination of Pheromones and Juice makes sitting in a bar and having alcohol mixed with gamma-Hydroxybutyric acid look like sitting down for a sip of light beer. Vampires are the ultimate in date rape drugs.

It was easy to watch Sylvie and see that her brain is a seething battleground. Her facial expressions running through a series of expressions ranging from unfocused to frowning in frustration that she couldn't figure out why she was not having sex right now. Her scent said I could have stripped her naked without resistance.

I did not think she was going to fall over, so I went around to my chair and sat. "I notice that she did not have any Siren overtones in her flavor."

"I noticed that." Denise seemed a little fuzzy-brained but was on top of it. "She is not used to not getting what she wants, though. She has never wanted as much as she does right now either."

"Want..." Sylvie trailed off, underscoring what Denise said.

"If this lady was just on pheromones, she'd be naked and on the table. Look at those nipples. Still so hard you'd think they would be turning blue." Denise sounded like she is distracting herself from how she is reacting to the pheromone cloud.

"I know mine are. Fuck me all day. I never... Wow. I see her lust and raise it to the maximum: Red Head need for the deed." Fiona gestured dismissively over at Duval. "Not lust for him. Let me be very clear on that point. I can't report anything about Sirenness because I have no idea what a Siren tastes like. Duval uses Erectile Dysfunction medications. Tasted those."

"Pretty young for that." I said.

"I think it's overcompensation. Not real ED. Is that right Duval? You just want to keep it up all the time?" Fiona asked her enthralled human.

"Yes." Duval agreed, stoned, but standing next to the table confused and his hand slowly moving around in his pants still.

"No one likes a nice stiffy more than me, especially right now with my head full of pheromones, but that is so gross." Fiona said confidentially to Denise and me.

"I very and deeply sincerely want a high quality, long-lasting stiffy in me." Denise rubbed at her face. "So dizzy."

"Amen, sister." Fiona looked up at the house. "That security guy was in pretty good shape..."

"You two sit." I instructed the La Cour siblings. "And you two? Can we focus for a hot minute? It's all I can do to not haul the pair of you under the table, but we have things to do here."

"OK. We'll focus for now. Back that the house? We are both jumping you so hard." Denise said.

"Amen again!" Fiona was enthusiastic about that plan.

There in my experience a zoned-out period when Juice arrives, especially when it is battling pheromones for brain supremacy. At the instruction to sit, the brother and sister pair both sort of swayed rather than leaping into action. Their mind/body connection has a lot of pink noise in it right now. Their brain telling their body its sexual go time. Their body responding, generation all the sexual responses. A flood of hormones. Those wash back into the brain, where the Juice is sitting, working on control of the higher functions. War lines form. Shots are fired.