The Succubus's Plaything

Chapter 34: Ice-Breaker

Inesa POV

I stand in front of the mirror and twirl around to properly judge my outfit. Content with my choice, I lean in to adjust my collar slightly.

The outfit I chose consists of a deep pink button-up shirt with half sleeves and white ruffled edges, and a black skirt which gently squeezes my waist, complimenting my figure whilst at the same time dropping far enough to just almost cover my knees.

I have a pink ribbon which perfectly matches my top, and is a shade darker than my hair, I have it effectively tying my hair back into a high ponytail.

Going for a modest, but playful look, I first thought of skipping earrings entirely, but seeing the rest of my outfit, I try adding light pink pearl studs.

Why am I going through this "trouble" to get dolled up?

Well, several reasons, but the first is it's fun. I'm cute and very conscious of that fact, so it would almost be a crime not to, but also, my mom decided to spring on me last night that apparently Hal is coming over today.

I don't mind a snack, and I'm actually starting to feel due for another feeding, but it feels odd that he would reach out. Is it because that way I won't need to feed while we're in school tomorrow? I suppose that's a good idea, but him doing a gesture like this.. It almost makes it feel like he might ACTUALLY be my boyfriend.

The doorbell suddenly rings and I lightly slap my cheeks a couple times to make sure I'm awake enough. No more time to think, now that Hal has come over by his own volition, it's my job to be an adequate host.

I rush down the stairs to find that he's already been let in by mom and is nervously tapping his finger against his thigh while exchanging pleasantries.

"And here she is! Inesa why don't you show him up to your room." Mom says when she hears me coming and turns towards me with a look saying "you'd better behave and do what you're supposed to."

Of course she's immediately going to send into my room the moment he walks in through the door. Not wasting any time. I had hoped to maybe spend some time in the living room first or something to break the ice..

But ok. Mom is probably right, it's better to get him warmed up with the environment up in my room instead.

I gesture for Hal to follow me up the stairs and on the way up we awkwardly greet each other.

We enter my room, but I make sure to leave the door wide open. The lights are off but the windows are flooding the space with light nonetheless.

"So how come you initiated this time?" Could it be that my bite is more addictive than I thought? I do know for a fact that a succubus's saliva is addictive to humans, but it shouldn't be enough to hook someone in this quickly from so little.

Oddly enough he doesn't seem all that uncomfortable with my room, which is odd considering what happened the last time he was here. Although it is possible that he's been in here since then. After he stayed over in this house, I could swear that my bed was covered in his scent, but I couldn't be sure. But with how familiar he is acting with this environment I'm almost certain that I wasn't imagining his smell.

"Well.. I forgot to tell you last time we met.. but tomorrow I'm going to be leaving a class trip which will be lasting the entire week.. and I figured it would make it just a bit easier for you if you got some of my blood right before I left."

"Aha.. Ok.. Well, uhm, thank you?.." Wait what!? A WHOLE week!? How the heck am I supposed to go an entire week without blood!? I'm barely holding on even now with it only being the second day since my last feeding! "I appreciate your concern." I clear my throat and try to look unbothered despite me freaking out on the inside.

"So how are you?" I notice him glancing at my outfit while getting just the slightest tint of red on his face.

"Good. Nothing much going on. Studying and stuff." As I answer, I gracefully sit down on my bed and cross my legs together. "And you?"

"Mostly the same. About to become a juicebox." He answers me without missing a beat, and I can't help but smile amused at his description of the situation.

"That's not a bad description."

I can tell that Hal is still nervous despite his joke, so I try speaking as soft as I can without sounding unusual.

"You said once that I taste good.. Personally I don't think my blood tastes like anything special. But how is it for you?.. You seem to really enjoy it when you drink from me." Half-distracted from his words, I curiously watch as his cheeks go a shade deeper red than they were just a minute before.

I stop to think before answering. I don't want to say anything that'll get him to back off.

"Sweet. Your blood is like a pastry, but better. I can feel the warmth from your veins get transferred into my own, and with each beat of my heart, it fills me with a pulsating energy that I can only describe as a powerful energy drink. It isn't just the flavor that I like, but the feeling. It's as if my heart beats for two while drinking.. It's hard to describe in such a way that I would give it justice."

Hal wrinkles his brow while trying to grasp my description.

"I.. think I understand.. kind of, but also not."

I giggle at his lame response. "I wouldn't expect you to. But you too feel a rather powerful sensation do you not?" I try to be teasing, and I'm successful at making his cheeks yet again turn an even deeper shade of red.