dontravis.com blog post #404
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THE PRESCIENT
“What have you done to me? What is this
hold you have over me? It…it’s ungodly! Why don’t you leave me alone?”
“Is that what you wish?” I asked quietly.
He fought and lost his battle while standing
in the middle of a darkened room in my home. “No!” he moaned, clutching me to
his breast and kissing me with a passion that took me by surprise.
Ripping off his clothing, Boris took my
head in his strong hands to guide me down his smooth torso. I followed his
lead, and soon he was feeding my energy with his fluid essence.
“God! It was as good as the first time! Who…are you? How
do you make me do these things?
I paused to answer. “I make you do nothing
you do not already crave.”
“No. Yes. No! He staggered backwards, his
eyes widening with the shock of
understanding. “You’re going to make me do it to you, aren’t you? You’re going
to make me fuck you?” He gave me no time to reply. “Are you going to do it to
me too?”
I flinched at the anguish in that
question. “Only when you want me to, Boris. And you will … eventually.”
“Who are you?” he cried again. “A-are you who I think
you are?”
“And who is that?”
“One of those creatures Grandpa Balint
used to talk about.” Boris moved away from me, his dilated eyes full of doubt.
“That can’t be! Those are nothing but old wives’ tales. Folklore. Oh, Lord,” he
exclaimed, pacing restlessly around the darkened room, oblivious to his naked
beauty. “What am I saying? This is the twenty-first century. This is the good
old US of A. I … I’m a modern guy.” He halted and indulged in a sour grimace,
which turned him absolutely fetching. “I’m just all messed up over getting it
on with a guy. That’s all; that’s all it is.”
“Do your sexual regrets usually span
days?” I asked quietly.
“No, but this was with a man!”
“Boris, at a guess, I’d say that half the
male student body at the university has had an experience with another male,
and they do not appear so agitated.”
“Yeah, but…but I came back for seconds.”
He resumed pacing again. “Something’s not right. I gotta figure this out. Gimme
my photos, my prints,
Tancready. I’m not coming back. Not ever!”
I gave him a doleful smile and handed over
an envelope from the coffee table. “Yes, you will. Here are your film and the
prints. But be warned. Every time you view them, you will remember this magnificent
experience.”
“Never!” he breathed and once again headed
out the door naked.
“You are welcome in my home any time,
Boris Balint.” I sent a tentacle toward him and viciously drew on his energy.
He reeled against the doorframe and stumbled outside.
#
He was back within a fortnight, wild,
disheveled, and at the edge of his sanity. As I opened the door, shading my
sight against the sudden light, he pushed his way inside. Immediately, he
turned fretful.
“Why am I here? I’ve got no control
anymore, Tancready. My life’s gone to hell in a handbasket. I broke up with my
girl. My grades have taken a nosedive. I can’t sleep. Eat. Do anything. And
it’s all your fault!”
He stopped directly in front of me, his
eyes flickering as his suspicions fell into place. “You’re one of them. A
Vampire! God, I can’t believe I’m saying it out loud! But nothing else makes
sense! How you make me do what I don’t want to do! How you got me to talk to
you in the first place even though I knew I shouldn’t.” That sent a look of
surprise across his handsome face. “How did I even know it was wrong to
talk to you?”
“You are a Prescient,” I replied. “A human
who is sensitive to Eternals.”
“Eternals,” he laughed harshly. “Vampires,
you mean. That explains so much. You can’t stand the light; you wear those
damned shades all the time. You live in the dark! But…” he hesitated. “I
thought you burned to a crisp in sunlight.”
“False folklore,” I scoffed. “I have
difficulty, but I can function by day.”
“That’s why you cover up with clothing,”
he seized on the point. “And another thing … I drove like a madman the other
night, but you beat me back to the campus. I sensed you. How did you get there
so fast?”
“I have other means of travel,” I answered
vaguely. I saw his look. “No, I do not fly around like a bat.” I stroked his
smooth cheek; he looked panicked but suffered my touch.
“Maybe not, but you can see in the dark
like one, pick a flying insect out of the air with your radar. And you feed off
people, Tancready. I’ve seen it! You draw from them…drain them. You’ve done it
to me.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I feed my energy by
drawing from others. But I always sought to spare you, Boris. Your power
is your cum, your seed.” I rubbed my thumb across his mouth.
His
eyes became saucers, and his aura flared. He feebly batted my hand away. “I’m a
fucking meal to you?”
“What I take from you, I am willing to
give to you.” I parted his lips with my finger, raked a nail over his teeth.
He struggled a moment, and then his broad
shoulders slumped. He licked the end of my finger. “You want me to blow you,
don’t you?” The spirit was gone from his voice.
“I want you to taste me, as I have tasted
you. I want to imbue you with my power.”
Tremulously, he opened the robe I wore and
ran his hands down my chest. “I didn’t know Vampires were handsome… like men,” he
mumbled befoe
moving to lick my sternum. His moist lips were electrifying; his touch set off
sparks. I was so swollen I thought it might burst. He was awkward and
inexperienced, but ultimately quite successful. Afterward, I knelt to embrace
him, cooing in his ear as he fought his emotions.
“Giving pleasure, begets pleasure,” I
philosophized inanely.
The boy rose to his full height, every
inch a man. “I can’t believe it! You made me do it!” Alarm flooded his halo.
“Will I be all right?”
“You will be fine. As much as I would like
you to stay the night, my beautiful Boris, I think you should return to your
dorm. Try not to fret. Get some rest and return to me this weekend. There is
much for me to teach you.”
He dropped his head into his hands for a
moment and then looked at me again. “You want us to do it, don’t you? I mean
really do it! You’re going to make me fuck you! And you’re going to do it to
me!” His hand suddenly went to his neck. “You want my blood, too, don’t you?”
I responded quietly. “You must trust me
not to harm you.”
“Trust you?” he demanded. “Yeah,
Tancready. First, you take away my power to resist. Then we do this. Now you
want my fucking blood! Will it turn me into…a creature like you?”
I shook my head slowly. “No, that is
another lie told over the generations.” I brushed his hand away and fingered
the pulsing vein in his throat. He shuddered. “Go now, Boris, with the certain
knowledge that I love you beyond all things. And when you return, you will
understand my meaning.”
I was sated when he left me and had no need
to prowl for partners, willing or unwilling. Nonetheless, I went to the campus
to see that he arrived safely. As he entered the dormitory, I could tell my
handsome young Prescient was aware I hovered near.
*****
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