The Waterfall
[timeline: two months before the start of Otherworld 3: Tala]
Things were very different in the Southern Lands after the Three Worlds War. The Demon Lord of the Blood Demons, Shido, had gotten a taste of what it felt like to be feed upon and had decreed that no one would feed from any place other than the wrist and that the feeders were to be volunteers and compensated for their time.
At first there was panic among the Blood Demons. Who would volunteer to be a feeder? But after word got out and to the surprise of everyone, there were many volunteers. Some came for gold, but most came in exchange for a deed; such as ridding their village of a demon or bandits. Some came just out of curiosity. And the Blood Demons found themselves with plenty of feeders.
Breal's last feeder was due to be freed in the couple weeks, so he had to procure a replacement. A young man from a village on the border between the Western Lands and Otherworld had sent word that he would be willing to become a feeder for a period of five years. He did not say what he wanted in return, so Breal made the journey to his village to find out and bring him back to the Fortress if it were acceptable.
Also, in a couple of months, Princess Aara was giving a birthday celebration for four children of Otherworld who were turning 16 and Shido wanted Breal to pick up gifts during his journey.
He fed well before he started on the journey, which would not last him for the full journey, but he expected to feed on his new volunteer when he reached the village.
It was the morning of the third day and he figured that he should reach the village around noon. Breal had traveled all night and was now resting in the cool shade of the forest trees before continuing his trek. The morning breeze brought him the faint sound of a beautiful clear voice singing and he went in search of the wonderful sound. As he moved closer to the singing, he could hear the underlying sound of rushing water and very soon came to a clear pool of water with a small waterfall at the far end. A young woman stood under the waterfall washing her long dark brown hair.
Breal stopped in his tracks and stared. He had never seen a nude woman before. Male Blood Demons fed off of male feeders only and there were so few female Blood Demons that the opportunity had never presented itself. The only ones who saw a female Blood Demon unclothed were her mate and other females. And Breal was not high enough in rank to rate a female of his own. His only sexual experiences had been with his now dead first partner and Lord Shido.
Without realizing what he was doing, Breal walked toward the young female, making no attempt to be quiet. A twig snapped and she turned and let out a shriek. He moved to her side in an instant and pulled her from the water to the bank. Her eyes were huge with terror and she opened her mouth to scream.
Breal reacted immediately, sinking his fangs into her. Almost instantly the serum in his saliva took effect and she stopped her scream, lying pliant on the ground with a dreamy look on her face. The rich coppery taste of blood filled his mouth and he began to feed. Suddenly he realized where he had bitten and jerked his head up. Above her left nipple were his fang marks. He had bitten her breast!
He sat back, not understanding why he had bitten her there. What was happening to him?
He reached out to touch the small wounds and his hand brushed her nipple, causing the girl to make a small sound. Blood was still seeping from the bite mark and he bent to lick it off, using the power in his saliva to close the wound. But he lingered at the spot, his mouth hovering above her full breasts. His whole body was trembling with repressed emotion. He couldn't seem to make himself move from her breast. Finally, since he could not go backward, he went forward and began to kiss the tiny wounds. Then he licked them and moved downward and captured a rosy nipple in his mouth. His mouth worked as he sucked and his hand came up to cup her breast. He felt a distant stirring in his loins, the first time he had ever felt that with a female.
Staring at the the sky with the eyes the same color of blue, the girl was deep in the spell that his saliva created, seemingly unaware of what was happening to her. Her arms were limp at her sides and she offered no resistance to Breal's attentions. Although she seemed unaware of everything, her body was not. The nipple which he had been sucking stood firm and hard and moisture began to seep from between her legs.
The scent of her attracted him and he lifted his head and looked downward to the soft dark curls that formed at the juncture of her legs. Tentatively he reached out slender fingers and lightly touched the softness there. Then curiosity got the better of him and he opened her legs and spread them wide and then moved so that he was kneeling between them. Her hidden treasures were spread out before him. Breal could not prevent a little whimper from escaping his lips.
Without further hesitation, he parted her, exposing the girl completely. A fold of flesh in the center drew his attention and he stroked it gently. She moaned and opened her legs even more. He looked up at her face. She was now flushed and her eyes glazed, but the dreamy look still remained. Breal continued to stroke her and was soon rewarded with a spill of liquid. When he touched it, he found that it had a slick feel to it, very much same as the liquid that came from his own penis. He coated his fingers well and then continued to stroke her, going faster this time. He quickly brought her to her first orgasm and she arched high with the power of it.
Bending down, he began to use his mouth on her, licking and nibbling at the flesh that his fingers had discovered. As he licked, he pushed his fingers deep inside of her, then he pulled them out, then back in, exactly as he did to Shido, just using a different opening. Very soon she reached her second climax and then a third. Perspiration coated her body, making her glisten in the morning light.
Breal was now very aware of his own sex. His normally pale length was hard and ready, flushed with blood and dripping liquid of its own. He pulled off his clothes and used his already wet fingers to coat himself. Then he pushed himself inside, using a woman for the first time in his life. He could feel her throbbing walls all around his penis and it felt wonderful! After only a few thrusts, he climaxed, filling that tight passage with his seed. His whole body trembled with the sensation. Never had he imagined it would feel this good!
All through the day Breal used the girl over and over, pumping his rich seed into her pliant, willing body. But Breal did not ignore her; he brought her to her own climax numerous times. Finally, exhaustion took over and he fell into a deep, dreamless sleep at her side.
Breal was awakened by something jabbing at his shoulder. He turned to see what was poking him and, to his surprise, it was the girl. She was sitting next to him, her eyes clear. Since he had not fed on her, just bitten her that one time, the power of his saliva had dissipated.
"Who are you? What did you do to me?" She demanded.
He sat up, aware of his nakedness and hers. He reached for her, but she moved backward. "My name is Breal. I heard your singing."
"I remember seeing you and then you bit me. And then everything is like a dream." She looked down at herself, and said very softly, "You raped me."
"No! I…I…" What had he done? She had not given her permission; he taken advantage of his power. "I guess I did, although I did not realize it at the time. I'm very sorry."
"I was going to be mated next month to a very wonderful man, but now -- after this -- he won't want me now. I have been used by a demon!" Tears began to fall and her shoulder shook as she sobbed.
"Please." Breal pleaded, unnerved by her tears, "I'm so sorry. You were under my spell. I am a Blood Demon and my saliva can enslave humans. I can tell your fiancé what happened. I'm sure he will understand." He babbled on in a vain effort to put right what he had done.
The girl shook her head and continued to sob. He wanted to comfort her but was afraid to touch her. So he sat there miserably, waiting for her to stop crying.
Finally she stopped, sniffled and brushed at her face. Her blue eyes were drenched in red and her skin was blotchy, but still he found her desirable. What was wrong with him? Again, his loins stirred, awakening, and he groaned, unable to quell the heat beginning to rise throughout his body. Breal shut his eyes tightly, trying to will his body into submission. When he opened them, she was staring at him in alarm.
"What's wrong with you?" she asked.
"I have never been with a woman before and…" he stopped, realizing what he was about to say. That he wanted to rape her again? He flushed red with embarrassment which, of course, told her exactly what he wanted.
"You pig!!!" she growled at him. And moved back even more. Now she wished she had retrieved her clothes before she woke him up, but she was so startled when she woke up next to him that she just reacted. She was suddenly very aware of her nakedness. She glared at him, daring him come closer. Why did he have to be like this? When she first woke and had seen him, she was amazed by his beauty. But when he woke and she saw his blood red eyes, she knew he was a demon. Many an Otherworld maiden had been mesmerized by the beauty of a high demon, and they were left with nothing but empty dreams, and sometimes a belly with a half-demon growing inside.
Breal spread his hands opened in a gesture of surrender. "I won't hurt you. Where are your clothes?" She nodded to the other side of the pool and he went to retrieve her clothes for her.
"Turn around!" she commanded, and he obliged, although it seemed pointless. He had already seen everything there was to see. She quickly dressed and told him he could turn around.
"I'm going home now. Don't ever come to my village. No one will ever know about this and I will be mated as I planned. Do you promise?"
Breal nodded solemnly, "I swear it."
As quickly as a forest nymph, she slipped into the trees and disappeared from sight, leaving Breal alone. His body still ached with need for her and he plunged into the cold water to drive the need away.
The rest of his trip was without incident. The young man became his feeder, wanting only to see something else of the world other than his small village. Breal took the long scenic route home, showing him as much as possible, and also buying the gifts for the up-coming party. He kept his word and never mentioned the incident to anyone, not even Shido. But he never forgot the girl of the waterfall, although he did often wish that he had at least gotten her name.