The Succubus's Plaything

Chapter 22: Screwed

I am able to calm my nerves a bit in the shower as the warm water rolls off my back. I had turned the heat on low enough to not burn, but enough for the entire bathroom to be filled with thick steam.

Allowing my half-dried hair to drip, I walk out of the bathroom wearing the "pajamas" I had brought and with a towel slung around my shoulders, preventing my hair from getting my shirt wet.

I can hear the sound of silverware and porcelain from the kitchen below and I head towards it.

Down in the kitchen it appears Valorie has finished eating dinner and is also just finishing up the dishes, neatly stacking them in the cupboard and drawers.

She notices my entrance and quickly stacks the remaining dish and turns in my direction.

"You feeling a bit calmer now?"

"Yea.. Thanks for your patience.." I answer a bit embarrassed.

"No of course, I owe it to you. How about we move this into the living room? There we can discuss comfortably for as long as you'd like."

I just nod in appreciation.

Valorie takes the lead, walking past me and towards the living room, but I make sure to follow close behind.

Once in the living room she immediately sits down in an armchair which is angled ninety-degrees away from the couch, but facing the same glass coffee table.

I hesitate, my uneasiness starting to return, but seeing this Valorie smiles assuringly to me and softly gestures for me to take a seat on the couch.

Nervous, I oblige, grabbing my right forearm in the process.

The setting reminds me a little of a client-therapist meeting honestly. Not that I've ever seen a therapist before.

The couch is surprisingly soft and I immediately sink comfortably into it.

"So to start off I'm sure you want a better explanation for tonight?" Valorie tries to get me started.

"Yea.. That would be nice." I gratefully reply. "Would I have really been in that much danger?.."

"Not exactly in danger, but you would have been a rather uncomfortable situation if Inesa's wings comes out in front of your sister, and you would also be in bed tomorrow due to blood-loss if you get your blood sucked too much."

I pretty much already guessed that, but I still shudder from the thought. At least I wouldn't have been in any mortal danger.

"How much does Inesa need to eat anyways? This question I really meant to ask the last time but forgot on the way out. My impression was like.. I don't know.. Once a week?.." Looking back, I don't think that was an unrealistic assumption, but currently I've gotten my blood sucked twice, on consecutive days, and almost twice today.

Valorie smiles softly in amusement at my question, but wipes it off her face before speaking. "A fully developed succubus only needs to supplement their diet with blood at least once a month, but this can vary slightly from succubus to succubus. While this might not mean much to you, we aren't all that different from vampires in that aspect, however, like you know blood isn't the only method which we can suck out your life essence." She goes off on a tangent but I don't mind since she is addressing aspects of questions I haven't yet asked. But after just a little bit Valorie gets right back on topic.

"Since Inesa is entering her "succubus puberty" if you will, her needs are a little bit more intense. While she could technically live off of a single feeding a month like me, or even less since she is a half-succubus- her father was a human, that would only put her development on hold while causing her instincts to go all haywire. Which of course would make holding back difficult. The more she has to hold back, you could say that her needs pile up, making it worse- or better for you."

She allows a smirk to emerge and her eyes darken. "She should be able to hold off for about a week at a time without causing any significant issues, however.. At that point she would need an energy source a bit more potent than just blood to sustain her.."

I swallow the saliva I've nervously built up in my mouth. She doesn't clarify what that "other energy source" is, but I am pretty sure I don't even need to guess.

Ignorance is bliss.. And I'm not ignorant.

"Soo.. Basically give in every time she feels peckish and then I avoid it coming to that?.." I shrink in the couch from embarrassment.

"Basically yes." Valorie grins cheerfully. Despite her best attempts to be reassuring and sympathetic, there is no hiding her orneriness. "An occasional day off shouldn't hurt though. And if you can, maybe get her to chew on your shoulder or somewhere slightly less visible."

Staying silent and sunk into the couch, I just nod in acknowledgment.

Just then my phone buzzes and plings loudly from my pocket and hurriedly I take it out of my pocket, expecting it to be from Sara, but it isn't.

"A message from Gabriel?.." I tilt my head in confusion. What on earth could he want at this time?

"Hey bro! About that class trip, do you happen to have any sunscreen you could bring? Was packing for next week and I just realized I didn't have any, and it feels odd to buy some at this time of the year."

Sunscreen? Heh? What's he- I blankly look back up from my phone to Valorie.

"I'm uhm.. I'm going to be leaving on a class trip lasting five days on Monday.. We're going to be in Fukuoka.."

Fuck. I'm screwed..