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He licked and sucked and groaned into her little ear as he worked his hips, driving into her a little harder and a little harder, quickening the rate of his deep thrusts a little more with each plunge. And Keaira’s cries grew in volume accordingly, until she was screaming with the full capacity of her lungs.
Spike paused for two heartbeats to grab Keaira’s black cotton panties with purple edging, and shoved them into her mouth to stifle her insistent screams.
He proceeded to pound and pummel and pulverize her tight ass in a feral state of passion, roaring with exasperated jubilation as he thrashed her so unmercifully. He beat and hammered her taut bottom, unleashing all his pent-up sexual aggression, until finally Keaira spit out her panties and screamed. "Oh fuck Daddy! Oh fuck! Oh fuck! I’m going to cum!"
Her body convulsed below him in a seizure of ecstasy. And Spike howled in rapturous euphoria as he expelled his hot load with the violent force of a discharging plasma-cannon. He would not be shocked nor ashamed if he found she had died at the moment of their climax. For the intensity with which he erupted within her had surely drawn the attention of all the libidinous gods and devils.
He lay there atop her, breathing heavy, his heart pounding, with his cock still buried between her ass cheeks. His mind was pleasantly blank with the high of flooding endorphins.
After his breath had returned to him, his heart rate slowed, and his consciousness reemerged from the post-orgasm heavenly void, Spike opened his eyes lazily with euphoric exhaustion and rose from the bed. He was bemused to find the alchemic circle, tattooed upon Keaira’s back, smoldering like burning incense. It emitted swirling wisps of violet smoke and little burning cinders.
The purple pixies all gathered around again, groping and softly biting each other in excitement. What has simulated them so?
The blood-red ivy reached from the decaying stone and twisted around his arms, legs, and torso. He was wrenched backward and pinned to the wall.
Keaira rose from the bed, her back still toward him. Her muscles rippled and her smoldering alchemic tattoo spewed violet smoke that whirled around her in a cloak of haze. It withdrew tight to her body and formed into a black and violet corset dress. Her choker, matching arm-warmers, and her thigh-high stockings had all morphed into intricately detailed silver, embedded with luminous amethyst gemstones and bristled with jagged spikes.
Keaira spun around, her purple pointed fingernails ready to slash. Her breasts had swelled to twice their original size and were bursting from her dress. A shadowy halo, like a possessing demon, besieged her body. Her scarlet eyes flared bright. Her jet black hair with crimson tips danced as though charged with electricity. Her little ears stretched to bat-like points and two stubby black horns sprouted from atop her head. Her soft mouth opened in a hiss and her canines grew into sharp gleaming fangs.
Spike shouted in surprise. "You’re a fucking succubus!"
With a supernatural velocity, Keaira lunged upon him and buried her fangs in one of the major arteries aside his jugular. A burning sting ran up his neck and into his mind. He writhed in agony. It felt as though every cell of his grey matter was being dissolved in acid. The auto-disconnect function, which should have been triggered by his critical pain, had somehow been subjugated or countermanded. A cyber-death within the Metaverse causes an intracerebral-aneurysm: A fatal seizure.
Consciousness began to fade to a hazy gloom of blackout. Spike was faintly aware of being lifted…carried…set down upon the bed. His sight flickered so what he witnessed seemed to skip forward in jerky movements.
Keaira returned to her original appearance. She slashed her left nipple with an amethystine fingernail. Scarlet blood dribbled down her breast. She cradled him in her arms and pressed his mouth to her bleeding bosom.
"Drink. It’ll stop the pain." Her voice had taken on a motherly quality. "It’s okay. I fed just before bringing you here. You must drink."
Blood seeped into his mouth. It tasted surprisingly sweet. He sucked weakly and hot syrup streamed over his tongue and down his throat. His mind cleared and his strength returned. His cock began to engorge.
Keaira caressed his cheek with a soothing hand. "Drink more."
He nursed from her slit nipple and life force flowed freely. A warmth bred in his abdomen and spread throughout his body. His muscles pumped with superabundant strength. He felt he could run, leap, and fight with inconceivable force. The sweet scent of night flowers on the breeze suddenly became richer, somehow more real. Keaira’s heart beats became booming thunderclaps. He opened his eyes as he continued to suckle her breast, and found his vision had enhanced many fold. He watched the dancing pixies and could see every minuscule crease of their flesh. An intoxicating vigor rose from his core and he experienced both an exceptional exuberance and an intensifying lust to feed on more…neurogenic-energy.
"Shit!" Spike leap with wide eyes. "I thought neuro-vamps were only a myth, like cyber-ghosts. How can this be possible?"
"The meta-virus reawakens and reprograms the dormant nano-machines that remain after the neural interface implantation."
His mind raced with such potent dynamic. "But the nano-machines are organic. They’re broken down naturally after all your neural-pathways are united with the interface."
"The government claims they’re organic and biologically produced." Exclaimed Keaira. "But that’s a blatant lie."
"How can you know this?"
"It took me a long time to discover the truth. And I had help from my older brother."
"Why would you do this?"
"There is a reason neuro-vampires hunt in packs. And even a second-gen cannot survive alone. For we are also hunted."
Spike didn’t want to think just yet about who or what hunted neuro-vamps. He asked, "Why did you choose me?"
"No family. No friends." She scanned him up and down with a pleased look. "A nova body. But most importantly, an angry thirst for more."
"Are you, or should I say, were you a hacker?"
"Only a neophyte, though as you have just seen, I know how to create an avatar. My guru, the Etheric-Monk, sacrificed himself for me. He was an Elite, but there was just too damn many of them. He commanded me to flee. But I didn’t want to leave him. I wavered in my escape, and I was bitten for it.
"The first-gens will feed on you until you are left in a permanent vegetative-state, due to extensive brain damage. So there are very few second-gens.
"I can feed without passing the virus, and without causing permanent harm, if I desire."
Thinking of classic vampire lore, Spike asked, "As my maker are you also my master?"
Keaira smiled jovially. "No. I’m your mate. That’s why I tested your sexual stamina. And I have to admit, I’ve never had so much fun."
If it weren’t for the amazing high he was riding, he knew he would be in a state of utter shock. But the fact of the matter was that he wasn’t dazed. He was excited.
"Well then, now that we have played, let us hunt." A devious grin split his face and his eyes radiated with vengeful wrath. "And I know the most deserving asshole to be our first prey."
Keaira smiled eager, and then kissed his blood soaked lips.
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