Oscar punched through a final slab of rebar-lined concrete, the stone splitting like a popsicle stick. Crawling out of the crater, he breathed in the dust-choked air, feeling a terrifying level of strength coursing through his limbs.
[Oscar. I'm out of juice darling, you're about to feel the full weight of vampirehood. Sit down if you can.]
"So what's the big deal—" Oscar started, then screamed.
It hit him like a physical blow. Lilith had been suppressing his new senses, but now the floodgates opened. He was slammed by a symphony of suffering. The screams of the dying, the frantic heartbeats of survivors, and the jagged, needle-like pulses of terror pierced his mind. It was nauseating.
It took minutes of gasping for air before he could numb the noise. But the sensory overload wasn't his biggest problem.The latent hunger that he had felt since reawakening had reared its ugly head. It gnawed at his soul like a parasite trying to claw its way out from his abdomen.
[I'd forgotten how torturous the first hunger is. Feed, Oscar. Find a human and drink, or we're both entering the afterlife prematurely.]
Oscar stopped blocking out his emotion sense and scanned the sources of terror, panic, and despair for the most powerful one. Got you. He moved out of the ruined building and circled northwest toward the valet entrance and found a familiar man laying in the rubble. His thigh had been impaled by a falling piece of rebar and judging by the size of the pool of blood around him, he wasn't long for this world.
Holy shit. Fate must really be smiling on me tonight. I know this piece of shit. Mr. Fortwright. The CEO of Macroware. A man who regularly ordered the most expensive items on the menu and never tipped a single cent.
[Ah perhaps I should have mentioned it. True Vampires and Mythical Beasts in general are beloved by Fate. Things often lineup for us, but there is a downside of course. We are forced into pushing our limits and facing challenging opponents as well.]
Mythical Beast?! What the fuck there are more of you? Ah fuck it I don't have time for this right now. This accursed hunger comes first.
"Boy!" Fortwright barked, his face pale from blood loss. "Get this off me! Call my personal ambulance! I'll make sure you never work again!"
Oscar laughed, the sound cold and predatory. "Where was this attitude when it came to my tip, you cunt?"
He stalked closer to the man until he was standing right above him delighting in his misery. He grabbed the rebar spear and shoved it deeper into the man's thigh. Fortwright's scream was music to his ears. "Please. Please. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Don't do this."
Oscar flashed his fangs at the man having enough of the insipid conversation. He wrapped his hand around the dying man's throat and watched as his emotions transformed from panic to abject horror. The hunger within him delighted in how he had marinated the man in fear and demanded he feed. Instinct took over. A pitch-black light, thick and cold as oil, flowed from Fortwright into Oscar's palm.
He needed more. He needed everything his victim had to give. He drained the life force from the man until all that was left was a dried out husk.
Mr. Fortwright's corpse crashed back to the floor and Oscar rolled his shoulders feeling on top of the world. Holy smokes. That might be better than sex.
[Oh sweet summer child, wait till you taste the ecstasy of your partner while you're fucking them... Mmm I can't wait.]
You're a bit of a pervert, Lillith. I don't know how to feel about fucking someone with you watching over my shoulder like some kind of supernatural voyeur.
[Oh shut up. Enjoy the feeling. Every time you feed you grow stronger. Take a moment to take it in. But not too long, we wouldn't want to end up being questioned by the mortal authorities They can be frustratingly persistent.]
Ah right, I sort of forgot you did level a hotel building. Police sirens were starting to approach the building. Oscar sauntered out of the ruins, whistling. He ducked into an alley, testing his new limits. He dug his nails into a brick wall and began to climb, laughing as he reached the roof. Eat your heart out, Spider-Man. He cleared the gap between buildings in a single, massive leap, parkouring through the city until he reached the familiar, peeling paint of his slum apartment.
Elena, his landlady, was on the porch. She was in her mid-30s, a sweet woman who had always treated Oscar with a kindness he felt he didn't deserve. The countless times he had been late on rent, she had only responded with a gentle smile and said pay when you have the money. She was wearing a beige cardigan over her baby blue pajamas and was watching a news broadcast on her phone. When she saw his tattered, dust-covered clothes, she gasped and rushed to him.
"Oh my god Oscar! Were you in the hotel collapse?! Shouldn't you be in the hospital right now?!!"
Her concern for his well-being delighted him. She hadn't even noticed that he was an inch taller and that his paunchy stomach had deflated into a taut abdomen that peeked out from the shreds of his hoodie. "I'm completely fine Elena. I was there delivering food and I stopped to try and help out. That's why I look like a mess."
Elena wrapped her arms around him and started sobbing. He enjoyed the feeling of her embrace and her soft breasts pressing into his chest. He hugged her back and smelled her scent. She smelled like cookies somehow and he felt her strong emotions tugging at him. She felt immense relief and a strong core of affection for him.
Wait what... does she have feelings for me?
[Gods, men are so oblivious. How do you mortals say... No shit sherlock. Now how about you take this succulent MILF back to her apartment. If I still had a body, I would have jumped her bones already.]
I know I've said this already, but it bears repeating. You are a degenerate pervert. But we're definitely on the same page.
Oscar pulled back from her embrace and cupped her chin making her look up at him. His powerful cold strength contrasted sharply with her soft maternal warmth. "Miss Elena, this may be a bit bold of me. But I nearly died today. Would you help me wash up and keep me company tonight? I don't want to be alone."
[Bravo. That line would have made a nun swoon.]
Elena rubbed her red eyes and nodded at him, taking his hand and leading him back to her apartment. She brought him to her shower and stripped his clothes off down to his underwear. He observed her closely watching her eyes lingering on his prominent bulge. She reached for a washcloth and wet it with warm water and began cleaning the soot and dust from his body. He relished in her gentle touch enjoying the bath and especially enjoying the water that was splashing onto her pajamas. Her clothes quickly became soaked and he could see the outline of her perky tits under the pajamas.
"Wait. You're going to catch a cold with your clothes soaked like that. Plus I'm feeling a bit embarrassed being basically naked here."
She giggled and said, "You have nothing to be embarrassed about honey. Plus you have quite the figure, if you don't mind me saying so. I'm enjoying the show here."
He smirked at her, "Well if that's the case, then it's only fair I get a show in return." Oscar took the initiative sensing she wouldn't mind and starting pulling off her pajamas. She had no underwear on underneath, but wasn't bothered by that.
Elena enjoyed the hungry gaze he laid upon her. She cupped her boobs and squeezed them together. "Well it's seems like I still got it. I can't remember the last time a man looked at me like that."
"Now that's a damn shame. You've got curves for days Elena. Men would go to war over you. I don't know how long I can hold myself back," Oscar proclaimed boldly.
Elena purred and laid her nude body on his rubbing on him. "And what if I said I didn't want you to hold back?"
That was music to Oscar's ears. He forcefully grabbed her brown hair and kissed her with the ferocity of a starving man. His other hand trailed down her back leaving a trail of goosebumps and came to rest on her shapely ass. He grabbed a handful and pressed her into him rubbing his now throbbing cock into her stomach. Elena put her hands on his chest and pushed him back gasping for air.
"Slow down gorgeous. I've been wondering if anything would ever happen between us and now that it is I want to take my time." She tugged out his cock from his underwear and grabbed it firmly. She dragged him out of the shower and led him to her bed.
"It's been a long time for me and you're going to have to help me get ready to take you." Oscar was eager to please and got ready to flip her down onto the bed, but she took control once again and shoved him back down.
"Uh uh uh. You seem like the kind of man who likes to dominate in the bedroom, but this time you're going to sit there and be a good boy for me. Can you do that?" She clambered onto him and straddled his chest. He could feel her pussy leaking onto him. Oscar was a bit shocked by this turn of events. Who could have known the timid gentle landlady had this domineering side to her? He acquiesced and nodded.
She smiled lighting up the room. She bent down and kissed him passionately swirling her tongue with his. Elena broke off the kiss by biting sharply into his lip. "You taste positively divine." Elena scooched up a bit and positioned her heavy breasts over his mouth. "You've been eyeing these ever since you moved in here. Now suck on them for me, pretty boy." Oscar obliged taking her nipple into his mouth and sucking for dear life. He grabbed both of her tits and squeezed enjoying the feel of them.
"Good boy, now let's see what else that mouth of yours can do. If you please me, I might just reward you." Her teasing tone and lewd body was enough to drive Oscar mad. As much as he would have loved to keep being her plaything, he was tired of the slow pace. He grabbed her waist and lifted her like a paperweight. She gasped and melted into his grip. He laid her down on the bed and picked up both of her thighs with his hands. Oscar spread her legs wide and dove in. He licked and lapped at her pussy and clit thoroughly enjoying having such a sexy MILF squirm and whimper from his ministrations. He stopped licking her and took in her flushed face and the needy look in her eyes. Oscar continued his assault on her clitoris and roughly shoved two fingers into her womanhood. He curled them upwards and rubbed against her g-spot. The combination of his relentless stimulation of her clit and her pussy had her gasping for breath and white knuckling her bedsheets. Soon enough her voice shattered the air as her back arched and her orgasm coursed through her. His face was drenched in her juices and he gleefully licked his lips. He felt her ecstasy building to a peak as she came and felt a yellow surge of light flow into him. It tasted like his favorite food, pad thai, and he needed more of it.
She struggled to catch her breath and panicked. "Wait slow down please. I'm going to pass out at this rate." Oscar smirked at her and placed his tip on her slit and rubbed it up and down her. "Didn't you ask me to get you ready for this baby? Don't chicken out on me now."
She blushed furiously. Oscar took that as a yes and entered her slowly inch by inch. It was agonizing to go this slow, but his instincts told him rushing here would ruin the ecstasy he was cultivating in her. Once he was buried hilt deep within her, he paused relishing in the feeling of her warmth wrapped around him. He bent down and kissed her. Breaking off the kiss, he repositioned his hands around her waist and pulled himself nearly completely out of her. Then he slammed all the way back into her and started pistoning into her with the ferocity of a savage animal.
His hands left her waist and roamed back up to her tits squeezed them for dear life as he rammed his rock hard cock into her sopping pussy. The sloppy noises of their union echoed around the apartment building. His emotion sense told him she was nearing the peak of ecstasy and was almost ripe for harvest. Oscar upped the pace and starting moving even faster making a mess of her. Her eyes were unfocused as her moans started getting louder. A few thrusts later Oscar felt her about to lose it and came right as she started to tighten her walls around him. His cum spurted into her filling her up completely. Her back arched even farther and her eyes rolled completely back into her head. Oscar listened to his instincts again and drained Elena of the joy he had imparted to her and felt the delicious energy flow into him.
[Ahhhhh that's the stuff. Absolutely no notes. What a performance. Almost as good as the fucking you gave me. Next time you should try anal though, I think you'll enjoy it.]
In the heat of passion, Oscar had completely forgotten about Lillith and was a bit shocked to remember someone was watching him pound the daylights out of Elena. He felt the new power integrating itself into his body and noticed he had grown a bit taller. His previously taut abdomen now bore a chiseled six pack and... no fucking way. Did your fucking vampire sex magic just make my dick bigger???
[Why of course it did. Every harvest brings you closer to your true divine form. Now you've tasted despair and ecstasy, I'm sure you can wrap your head around why I prefer the latter. But we true vampires are creatures of harmony, an imbalanced diet of emotional energies can lead to let's say interesting consequences...]
She definitely looks like she could use a nap, but how come that rich prick looked like a mummy after I drained him and she's alright.
[You subconsciously infuse your feedings with your intent. For subjects you favor, you won't permanently harm their life force unless you feed on them repeatedly without letting them recover. We are part of the ecosystem after all. I think Elena should definitely become part of your roster, my young prince. But variety is the spice of life, so I expect you to go and fuck as many different woman as you can.]