Chapter 31

I can't believe myself right now.

"I... Love... This!" I yell in a slurred voice  to Vladimir as I chug on my thirteenth beer, realizing vaguely how my abnormal powers actually come in handy.

I'm pretty sure I would be dead if I was a human by now, from how much I've drank.

"Me... Too!" he laughed out in a slurred voice, on his sixth beer. We were both sitting on the stairs, trying to get our energy back after leaving all our energy on the dance floor. "I've never had so much fun in my life!"

"Same!" I laughed, looking into the crowd as I swallowed the last sip of the beer, placing it to the side. "You know... You remind me of an orange," I said seriously, poking his face with my finger.

"Thank you," he replied with a smile, making me nod seriously and move my palms onto his cheeks.

"You're really hot, too," I added bluntly, making Vladimir start laughing, and me crack a smile. "Hotter than hell," I added with a snort and a cackle, making him laugh even harder.

"I could say the same for you," he said slowly with a confused smile and furrowed eyebrows, as if he was having a hard time wording his sentence.

"Turtles ar-"

"Hey!" Vladimir said, jumping of the stairs, only to stumble and land back on one of them. "You wanna know something I just remembered to tell you," he said in a slurred voice, a cheeky smile on his as he look at me.

"What is it?" I asked, leaning towards him so I would be able to hear him.

"I fucking lo-" I yelled excitedly, but was cut of when the whole crowd in his house started to scream,

"Five! Four! Three! Two! ONE!" the crowd roared, making him stiffen. "Happy Birthday!" Everyone - even me - yelled out crazily, grins on everyone's faces except for Vladimir's.

His face was serious... And his eyes were orange.

"What the hell?" was the only thing my drunk mind cold think up sadly, and my blurted out thought made Vladimir turn towards me with those fire-colored eyes.

"You," he said simply, but right after he said it, it felt like I was put in some sort of trance. Everything around me went foggy, except for him, and it felt like I was only aware of certain things around me.

"Let's go upstairs," I said, not even noticing I said anything - or noticing I was the one dragging him up the stairs instead of vise versa. As soon as I touched him I felt a wave of pleasure go through my body, which felt me craving for more.

After we got up the stairs Vladimir took me by the hand and dragged me over to a bedroom, his steps taking up twice as much space as mine.

As soon as he slammed the door shut he put his lips on mine possessively, making me respond by kissing him back just as powerfully. It felt amazing, having his soft lips on mine. I could honestly do this for hours if he'd let me.

I wrapped my arms around his waist where the loops on his pants were, and he did the same to me - wrapping his arms around my hips.

What I was feeling wasn't normal. Hell, it wasn't even Holy. But for some reason those thoughts slipped my mind as I felt my mind expand from the air inside it.

Slowly he started to lower his hands, his fingertips sending shivers all over me as I tried to make sense of what was happening.

The only thing I could get my brain to understand, was that I was in a daze and so was he. I could tell this wasn't really him and his actions, but I couldn't really explain how. I could just... feel it. The way he moved. The way he breathed. It just felt.. Different.

You know what else I could feel? His hands slide down to my thighs, and into the dress. "Luculenus," he whispered into my neck before he started to rub the inside of my thighs, making my breath stutter quietly. His lips started to suck on my neck, nibbling the skin softly as if it was fragile. I almost couldn't stand up straight from all of this. "Luculenus," he said again, this time moving one hand a little higher up, and rubbing a region I was too in shock to comprehend.

"Christ," I breathed out as he slid my underwear away and slipped a finger in, now biting on my ear.

"Ego postulo vos," he mumbled out as he threw in another finger, making my eyes roll to the back of my head. I literally couldn't stand on my own now. I could sense my energy being drained out of me as he did his dirty work on me.

"Vladimir," I whispered through clenched teeth as I fought my fangs from coming out, making him hum in reply and slip his fingers out.

You have to stop him.

"Quiet," he whispered with an accented voice as he slid off my dress faster then I could say the word 'what'. Since I didn't have a bra on - reason being my dress was too tight with one on - ,  he threw my dress away in a random direction and slid his hands down my body, to my butt, leaving my underwear on. My eyes rolled to the back of my head, loosing my common sense faster and faster.

Come on, Michelle! Just fight it!

"You're breath-taking," he whispered in that beautiful accent, but the thing that shocked me was that he didn't even look down at my body. He stared at my face the whole time.

No! No charming! Don't give in!

Not even knowing what I was doing, I started to unbuckle and pull down his pants. As I did that he ripped off his shirt and I just stared at him, forcing myself not to pull off his boxers.

Michelle, you fucktard!

"Vladimir.. I-... I can't-"

"Da mihi osculum," he whispered as he pulled me close to him, bodies clasped together. As soon as we touched I felt that wave of pleasure again and all dialogue from me was forgotten just like that.

You're going to let him do this? STOP HIM!

As if he could read my mind not even a second passed before he smashed his lips onto mine, bodies entangling almost instantly.

It's hopeless. I can't win.

I don't remember how, but eventually we ended up on the bed, me straddled on top of him as we kissed, my energy still numbing away. As we kissed I bit onto his lower lip, which made him smirk and bring his hands down to my butt.

"Don't play naughty, my little beauty," he said hoarsely, making me smirk and travel my hands down to his boxers.

'Just have some fun, Michelle. Come on,' an alluring voice in my head coaxed as I started kissing his neck, his body stiffening from my touch.

'WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING? HE'S AN INCUBUS!' my conscience screamed at me, but I could't focus on the words. It was like there was a wall blocking me from understanding it.

"I don't like people telling me what to do," I whispered into his ear as I played with the rim of his boxers. I heard a low growl come out of Vladimir's throat, which made my eyes turn black in anticipation.

Almost faster than I could think, Vladimir spun us around and ripped off my underwear - his lips on my neck as he started taking off his boxers.

"Get ready for the best night of your life, Purge," he whispered into my ear, making me stiffen.

How did he know who I was?

"I know everything," he whispered into my ear seductively just as he thrusted into me harshly, making me scream in agony as I felt a ripping in my body.

But the pain that was there didn't last long. The only thing that I felt after a second of pain was absolute pleasure drilling into me. He quickly thrusted into me again, making me scream once more, but this time in complete pleasure - every part of me lighting up, feeling like I was on fire.

"Oh my God," I breathed out as I closed my eyes, hands gripping onto his hair so hard that I'm surprised I didn't pull all of it out.

"That's right, Michelle. Scream. Waste your energy," the incubus said in a low, seductive voice as he slammed into me a thousand more times, the bed shaking from the power of his thrusts. I couldn't help but scream in pleasure, calling out his name. I couldn't stop it from coming out no matter how much I tried to. It was like I was being forced to do it.

"Vladimir!" I screamed, my back arching in pleasure as my fangs came out - longer than they've ever been before. But that didn't stop him, if anything it made him speed up even more, his eyes shut and mouth open as if he was in an extreme amount of pleasure too.

"Come on. Scream," he breathed out, his thrusts becoming slower as he tried to thrust him self more into me, making my claws come out.

"Jesus Christ, Vladimir," I stuttered as I completely crumbled, no more energy left to scream. The slow rhythm of his movements almost made me feel even more pleasure somehow.

But slow wasn't my thing.

"H-... Harder," I growled after a while, gripping onto his biceps. "Faster," I demanded, making the dazed-looking incubus look at me in delight.

"Anything for you," he whisper with a crazy looking grin as he spread my legs apart even wider, before slamming into harder than he had this whole time.

And that was it for me. "Vladimir!" I screamed like a banshee with the last ounce of energy I had left as my first orgasm hit me harder than I thought possible, the amount of pleasure in me making my whole body go numb.

"Yes!" he screamed as his own orgasm hit me, but instead of making him tired like me, it made him even more energetic.

He was like a fucking jack rabbit.

But as soon as his orgasm hit me I felt like a was being choked, unable to breathe at all. A bunch of white fog started coming out of my mouth, the texture somehow feeling like it was grating the inside of my throat. I gripped onto my neck, starting to panic as the choking continued - a numbness taking over the rest of my body.

Black pits replaced his orange eyes as the fog went into his nose. He sniffed in the souls like a madman. "I could do this all night with you," the incubus part of Vladimir said hazily, making me suck in a ragged breathe as the grating feeling worsened. He's trying to kill me.

"No," I managed to choke out, starting to snap out of the trance, shaking my head to knock some sense into me. "No, Vladimir," I said quickly, no energy left to jump away from him. He knew my thought-process though and grabbed my waist, keeping me in place. I grabbed my throat with a harsher grip, gasping for air.

"Relax, my little luculenus," he said softly as his hands traveled down to the inside of my thighs, spreading them apart. Just that little action made my eyes roll to the back of my head.

But I quickly snapped out of it again.

"No!" I said sharply as I tried to kick him away from me, but my energy was gone and he was much stronger than me right now. "No, Vladimir, I don't want to, leave me alone," I choked, making him jerk back in shock. His eyes started rapidly changing after that - from black, to orange, to their normal color, and then back again.

"I'm sor-" he said with his normal eyes, but then his eyes changed back to orange and he smirk. "Come on, Michelle. Just one more time."

I could see that somehow Vladimir was trying to get back control, but seeing that it wasn't working I coughed and tried my best to sit up. "Vladimir, listen to me," I said in whisper once I sat up, coughing as I held onto one of his cheeks. "This isn't you. You need to wake up," I said softly as my fangs and claws shrunk back, making his head tilt to the side - eyes still rapidly changing color. "In Jesus name, wake the fuck up!" I demanded hoarsly one more time, and at point his eyes stopped changing and landed onto his normal eye color. As soon as they did the choking feeling stopped.

"Michelle?" he said slowly as he looked at me, gasping for air, in confusion. But as soon as he saw the top half of me his face lost color and he quickly turned around. "Oh my fucking God," he whispered to himself quickly as he cleared his throat noisily, surprisingly making me laugh.

Honestly, the only thing that I can think of doing at this point is just laugh.

Jesus is a great guy. I wish I said that earlier.

"Oh my God, I'm sorry," he muttered as he looked around the room for our clothes. Keeping his eyes off of me he pulled on his boxers that were on the edge of the bed and started looking for our other clothes.

"My dress is by your desk," I informed him slowly, making him choke on air awkwardly and walk towards his desk. It literally took everything in me to suppress a laugh at that point.

Thank God it's over.

As soon as he picked it up he threw it towards my direction with closed eyes. I grabbed it weakly and searched the room for my underwear, only to remember that it was ripped to shreds. I, again, held in a laugh as I just pulled on my dress and walked towards his dresser, looking for some spare briefs.

As we put our clothes the only thing audible was the music that was blaring downstairs. But as soon as we were dressed Vladimir spoke up.

"Listen, I uh..." he said, scratching his head. "I'm drunk, and I'm sorry if I did something you didn't want me t-"

"Do you remember anything that happened?" I blurted out curiously.

"If I'm being honest... No," he answered, looking away from me, his cheeks turning a dark pink color. "Do... you... remember anything that happened?" he asked me in curiosity, making me shake my head.

"I'm drunk out of my mind," I lied, trying to sound believable. "I can't remember a thing... Let's just pretend this never happened... Okay?" I asked, his response being a slow nod.

"Yeah. This never, uh... never happened," he repeated, making me give him a half-hearted smile.

I don't know why, but I have a feeling that I just hurt him in some way.