1 comments/ 25677 views/ 2 favorites Adelle Ch. 01 By: rexfelis Have you ever had one of those days that's just strange, and it feels strange too? Like you just know this day is going to be different? I have had some strange experiences in my life, but perhaps the strangest of all was meeting Adelle. It was a day that had begun as routinely as all the rest: boring, uneventful, unpromising. As the day wore on, though, it started to feel different. Or maybe, I started to sense the difference that was to come... I don't know. Regardless, the way I was feeling was different, and it was obvious enough that I even made comment of it to my cousin - but I digress. Allow me to begin at the beginning. It was a Saturday. My cousin called me up and suggested we go to the local annual festival that was going on, the Pineapple Festival. I had no real desire to go, but I also had no real reason to refuse, so I accepted. Better than sitting in front of my computer all night, I figured. After arriving at his place, I was introduced to his 'secret weapon', a bottle of Captain Morgan Silver spiced rum. His plan was to get us buzzed and then sneak the rum into the festival and attract some women with the rest, hopefully to result in 'getting our macs on', as he so amusingly put it. I really didn't hold out much hope for that, since I am neither much of a drinker or much of a social animal, but I decided to go along with his plan and see what happened. Now my cousin, Neil, is a very competitive guy, and he managed to spark up a competition between us as to who could drink more in the half hour before we were to leave for the festival. I was not wise to fall for this thinly veiled attack on my masculine pride, but for some reason I did not see what he was doing and drank my rum and coke at twice the rate he had set out to do himself. By the time he went off to get the mountain bikes outfitted with lights for riding to the festival at night, I was feeling pretty good, and still drinking. Once we had actually begun our journey, I was starting to have trouble staying upright. Well, the journey to the festival was punctuated with both of us acting like the drunken fools we were, though he was more tolerant of strong drink than myself, but we managed to make it there without killing ourselves and then paid our ways in. By this time I was just coming off the peak of my drunkenness, since it had been a good thirty minutes since we had stopped drinking in order to make our way to the festival. Neil said something I couldn't hear over the sound of the attractions and the band that was playing, and then took off. I was left alone in a sea of milling people, still marvelling at how numb my face and arms were from just three drinks and a swig or two from the bottle. Obviously, I'm a bit of a lightweight. It was a festival, with carnival games and a live band, and I began to wander around looking for my cousin, the bastard. He, of course, was nowhere to be found; but as I wandered, I kept noticing the attractive women here and there, and soon I found myself staring at their butts about as committedly as was drunkenly possible. Yes, I am a butt man. Of course I had no desire to make any moves, since I was too far gone to be able to talk without slurring, and most of these lovely ladies had one of two things going for them - they were either very obviously underage, or they were very obviously taken. So I wandered around, looking at women, and in very short order I had completely forgotten that I was trying to find my cousin. Nobody really noticed me aside from to sidestep me when I was in the way, since I am not exactly a partier if I am too drunk or too sober. My cousin gone God-only-knew-where for the night, I settled into a stray folding chair for a bit and watched the people around me. It was about this point that I realized I was starting to sober up, and also about this point that I noticed Adelle. She was standing about twenty feet away from me, just inside the edge of the crowd, talking to a couple of guys. Very well formed, slender, curvaceous from head to toes, front and back, and as naturally redheaded as the proverbial step child, there was really no way that I could have failed to notice her, even in my less-than-fully-aware state. She had on a black latex mini-skirt and fuck-me boots when I first spied her, but after blinking and shaking my head, the skirt changed to black and white striped, and her fuck-me boots became platform shoes. That she was a stunningly good looking pale-skinned redhead was enough to make me do a double-take. That I appeared to be hallucinating was enough to really grab my somewhat slurred attention! I stared at her long and hard at that point, trying to force my befuddled brain to see what was really there, almost having forgotten that what I was staring at was perhaps the finest ass of the century, when she noticed me. At least, I think that was when she noticed me. That is to say, it was the first I saw of her noticing me. She saw me staring slack-jawed at her ass, and it made her grin. But she went back to her conversation with the three guys talking to her, while holding a disposable plastic cup three fourths full of beer she was too busy talking over to drink. I'd noticed her look at me, and I'd seen her reaction, but I was still a bit fuzzy on the fuck-me boots and latex miniskirt. Had they been there or hadn't they? They certainly didn't seem to be there now. I shook my head again and looked off to the side for some reason, and as I did, I could have sworn I saw the black latex miniskirt on her again! As soon as my gaze was fully on her ass again, though, it was gone, back to the horizontal back and white striped number that admittedly looked quite nice also. What the hell is going on?! I thought. I was half tempted to get up and ask her if she would make up her damned mind if she was wearing latex or not when she looked at me the second time. This time the look on her face suggested amusement, which I somehow noticed despite being fixated on her skirt, almost daring it to change on me again. Excusing herself from the group, she turned and started walking straight towards me. Of course this got my attention, and I watched her move through the distance between us as if in slow motion, marvelling at how she moved as though she was on a catwalk in Paris. In what seemed like three liquid strides, she was in front of me. Befuddlement and wonder must have been written all over my face. "I couldn't help noticing you staring at me," she ventured, smiling and looking coy. "Um, I was just figuring out your skirt," I said, looking back at it once again. "Do you like it?" she asked, lifting the front of it an inch with a long red fingernail. I hadn't noticed long fingernails before - and all of a sudden her skirt was dark brown leather! "Oh my God!" I blurted. "It's... it's..." "Are you all right?" she said. "Here, maybe I should help you." Out of nowhere, I had the distinct feeling she was feigning worry in order to get me away from the crowd so she could take advantage of me in my current state, but I was not all there and this did not fully register. She half pulled me and half guided me to my feet, put my right arm around her neck, and started off towards the gate. She was a little shorter than my five foot seven, and must have weighed less than one hundred fifteen pounds, but she supported my wobbles as though she was made of steel. It wasn't long before she had us on a straight course to the exit. I was absolutely transfixed by her skirt, watching it intently to see if it would change again. "I know a place where we can go and sit down in the grass for a while," she said as we were leaving the festival. "Then you and I can talk and get to know eachother and you can figure out my skirt while you're at it, okay?" The impression that her words gave me was that she was going to let me figure out how to take it off her. I was a prize to her, somehow, and she was going to claim me shortly. But what was a woman this perfect doing even noticing me? "You know, your legs are perfect," I observed impersonally, almost sounding concerned for her health in my inebriation. "How do you get them that way?" She chuckled and smiled and replied, "Oh that's the easy part. The hard part is getting a decent tan without burning. Heh," she laughed at her own joke. Apparently foreshadowing happens in real life, too. We were making our way down the sidewalk away from the festival, toward the bridge to the barrier island where my cousin lived, when we discovered that I could manage to walk without such strong support. She let go of my arm, and put it around her waist, while putting her arm around mine. There was the distinct feeling that we were dating all of a sudden. This confused me, and then I noticed that her skirt was back to it's striped self again. "What's up with your skirt? It keeps changing and I can't figure it out," I said. "Oh, that's nothing. You're just really sensitive. Most guys need a lot more effort than you do. My mind is just wandering, that's all." There was a very vivid picture in my mind, all of a sudden, of us sitting in the grass near where Neil and I had locked up the bikes. I knew she was going to try to seduce me. Why she was going to all this trouble was not clear, but she seemed to be pleased that she had found me. "Hey," I blurted out. "I don't know your name!" "Oh, but you do, Caleb!" she almost giggled. In my head, I head her voice say, My name is Adelle. I was getting to be more and more sober. My face and arms were still somewhat numb, but I wasn't as bad as before. "How'd you do that?" I asked. Oh, I have my ways, Caleb. Don't worry about that. You'll understand all of this in due time. Just come along and be a good boy, okay? While this was going through my mind, I looked at her face. Her lips had not moved at all except to smile even more. At that moment I realized that her arm was too cool. It startled me and I instinctively went to pull away, but she had sensed my realization and reacted faster than I could, keeping my arm firmly in place. It's okay, Caleb. I just have a lower body temperature than normal, it's okay. Nothing wrong, see? She looked into my eyes and smiled reassuringly. And then it was okay, it was normal, acceptable. She was different, but I could handle it. At about that point, we came around the corner to the bridge and crossed it shortly to find ourselves at the signpost where the bikes were locked up. It was pretty dark there, but I could see the logs alongside the road well, and we sat down on one. I looked over at her as she caressed my face with her long, cool fingers, and saw that she seemed to be reflecting more light than was there. I looked up and saw the almost full moon, and that she was mostly in the moonlight. But she seemed paler now, if that was possible, and somehow her skin looked slightly grayish. Once again, my mind began to worry, but the tendrils of her soothing thoughts quickly disapated the fear. Shhhh, it's okay. I'm different, yes. You can see me as I really am now, so take a look. I'm paler than you remember me. My skin is pale gray. I have a nice, cool body temperature. Pleasant to the touch, no? Somehow, it was pleasant. It was a very nice change of pace. I think you're very attractive, Caleb. Very attractive indeed. You are very different than most guys. You understand so much more, and you see things so much differently. Your mind is so strong, yet so open. Many are the possibilities you experience that normal men will never even imagine. And tonight, you are going to experience me, Caleb. I realized what she meant. My heart skipped a beat and then went into doubletime for a little while. The alcohol was wearing off, hastened by this very strange experience. My mind was fighting free of its effects, but she had it in her control, and I was no match for her coming from a position of weakness as I was. In my mind I saw a flash of her naked thigh beside me. In response, I felt instant and unexpected stirrings in my loins. Yes, that's it. I want you, Caleb. I want you to surrender to my seductions. All you have to do is follow along and enjoy the ride. I will give you everything you want, everything you could possibly desire in a woman, everything, Caleb. Just relax, and surrender to your desires. My sudden erection had grown so fast that it was bent in half in my shorts. Her hand was upon the resulting bulge, and as I reached to unbend it, she stopped me and told me to let her. Cool fingers lightly lifted my shirt and slithered down between my stomach and my shorts, finding my bent member and surrounding it with her cool, soothing touch. She lightly stroked it with her thumb for a moment while gazing into my eyes. I am your every sexual desire come true, Caleb. My body is perfect, and utterly female. I am every man's desire and every woman's jealous wish. Look at me, Caleb. Look at my thigh. Pull down my skirt and take a look at my thigh. I hooked my thumb into the side of the waist band of her skirt and pulled it down a ways, revealing smooth, perfect leg, with gentle musculature outlined in moonlit shadows. It was exactly what I had seen in my mind a few moments ago, and it made me swell with lust. Mmmmmmmm, yes. Your every want is right here, and willing to come true just as soon as you are willing to give of yourself, Caleb. Yesss. Give of yourself, Caleb. Give of yourself. "But what is it you want, Adelle? What do you want from me?" Despite my still somewhat inebriated brain and my growing lust, my mind questioned this, and I didn't understand. She hesitated a bit, and then, in my mind, I heard her speak. I am nosferatuu, Caleb. Like you, I need nourishment. But I cannot take my nourishment from a female, and I cannot take it from an unwilling male. I must show myself in my true form, as nosferatuu, and ask for my sustenance. I would have your liquid flesh, in exchange for the flesh I embody. I offer you a trade, Caleb. Give to me of your flesh, and I will gladly share of mine with you. In this I cannot force you. But please, know that I must feed soon or I will die, and I can promise you that you will never have a lover as loyal or skilled as I. For each meal you provide me with, I will feed your flesh of my own as you desire, when you desire, how you desire. You can keep me a secret, or you can make every man on earth jealous of you with me by your side. So long as my skin only knows the night, and you give freely of your liquid flesh, I am yours, Caleb. Yours to do with as you please... With that, I was overwhelmed with pure lustful sexual desire. I was helpless against its onslaught as a whitewater kyaker is helpless against grand rapids. I mustered what resistance I could to ask her if it would hurt, and she showed me that she could drink without spilling a drop, and then heal the wound as though it had never been there. Had I been less overcome with lust, I would have been surprised how little blood she was asking for, but I was gone, far too gone to care. "Drink!" I cried quietly, breathily, almost weeping in the intensity of emotion that suddenly washed through me. With a smooth, much practiced motion, she used a canine tooth to open me and then drank my lifeblood into herself, spilling not a drop, nor allowing even a single bloodcell to go to waste. It could not have been more than three seconds that she drank of my lifesource before she healed me, with never a twinge of pain at my neck. I grabbed her into my arms, and saw that she was no longer greyish, but that now she was closer to the white of an untanned human, with a faint pink flush to her skin. Her coolness was diminished, though not by much, and she returned the embrace, tears in her eyes. Resting her head on my shoulder, her surprisingly hot tears fell on my arm and tickled their way down to my elbow as she poured out her fears. "Oh, Caleb, thank you! Thank God for you! You have no idea how fearful it is to have to reveal yourself, a freak, and beg for life from a stranger! How it stings every time it fails... how long it takes to find a man who I can even ask... how rare such as you are in the world... how I must hunger until I find what I seek..." We were locked in an embrace for a moment, and then she looked into my eyes. With her strength returned, I could see her intention of keeping her promise, but beyond that, I could see a sexual hunger of her own beginning to burn in those unnaturally cool brown orbs. She stood, and led me to the other side of the bush near where we had been sitting, where the moonlight could not follow, overlooking the river. She put my hands on her chest, which I had somehow completely failed to notice up until now. Her smallish C-cup breasts were cool under her shirt, and she asked me if I preferred she be warm to the touch for our lovemaking. I shook my head no. "I will accept you as you are," I whispered. She smiled again, her eyes welling up once again with tears. She kissed my neck where she had tasted my being. I knew she wanted me to remove her top. With her arms lifted skyward, it came off easily, revealing two prefect breasts, pale in the deepend night, the areolas so pale I could not see them, her nipples like new pencil erasers, stiff and standing at attention. I cupped those breasts, and they fit my hands perfectly. "Would you like me to make them larger?" she asked tentatively. I realized she was no longer reading my mind. "No, Adelle, they are beautiful. They are what comes naturally?" She smiled appreciatively. "Yes." I took my hand aside her right breast and stooped slightly to take it into my mouth. The coolness of it was strange all of a sudden, and I realized that no longer was she controlling my senses at all. There was a moment of tenseness within her as she sensed my reaction, and then realizing that I still enjoyed it, she relaxed. You are... truly accepting of me... of my differences... I... I thought it could never be this way! Thankfullness fairly gushed from her heart. I suckled her breast then, and she forgot herself with pleasure and let her head fall back as she moaned lightly. My left hand explored her neck, and finding it so silky and smooth, I let my mouth wander up across her lovely shoulders and to her neck. She tensed up and pushed me away. What?, I thought at her. "You'll want to bite me," she said in an almost childlike voice. I couldn't help but laugh a little. "Here you are the vampire and you're afraid of me nibbling on your neck?" "I'm not a vampire. I am nosferatuu. And depite the fact that the lore about us has it all wrong, there's a big difference. My neck is very sensitive, thank you very much. I can work with your neck and not hurt you at all, but you can't do that for me." "Just let me show you what I was going to do, and if you don't like it, I'll stop." It occurred to me that she seemed rather inexperienced after the speil she had recently seduced me with. I opened my mouth and with a little suction, took the side of her neck into it, the muscle between my teeth. Then I gently closed my jaw just slightly, while moving it side to side a little. She drew a sharp breath as though it hurt, and just as I was about to relax and let go, she loosed a little moan of pleasure I could barely hear. I worked a little harder, sensing that this was the limit of what she could handle, and her pleasure as well. My hands found her breasts again and began kneading them gently. Her moans grew louder, and she began making begging gasps. I realized that she was on the fast track to orgasm, and kept doing what I was doing. Her hands on my back clenched and I felt her sharp nails digging at me through my own shirt. Adelle Ch. 01 "Oh... oh!!! Please... a little harder..." she gasped in my ear. It was obvious she had never felt pleasure like this before. Odd, very odd indeed... but I did not stop to think about it. I did as she had asked, increasing the pressure on her neck with my teeth, rhythmically biting her neck muscle, licking what flesh was in my mouth. My hands tentatively worked her breasts a little harder. In response to my hesitant hands, she grabbed them and began grasping her breasts with my hands, roughly enough to take my by surprise. I followed suit. Then, suddenly, she grabbed me around the waist, leaned back and groaned so loud it made me worry we'd be discovered. Her entire body began to shudder and shake with what must have been the most intense orgasm she had ever had, and after what seemed like forever, her groan broke into sobbing. She went limp in my arms, her arms around my neck. "What's the matter? What's wrong?" I asked, worried. Between sobs she answered me. "It's just that... I never... I mean, it feels so good, and..." She paused to cry some more. "And what?!" I said impatiently, worried. "Did I do something wrong?" Fixing her eyes on mine, caressing my face, she shook her head. "No, no! It's not what you did wrong! You didn't do anything wrong! It's just that... In all my time on this earth, I have relied on a trade of sex for food, and nobody ever tried to make me feel anything... they just fucked me... but you, even after I fed, you are so giving of yourself... you are taking the time to make me feel something... and... I've..." Again, she paused, looking a little ashamed. "What? What?!" I cried. "I... well... I never did anything like this before.... I mean, I have never had sex where I did anything but spread my legs and maybe make some noises and that was it. I guess I'm a lot less experienced than I let on...", she trailed off, looking down, obviously ashamed. I brought her chin up and looked into her eyes. "This is the fucking wierdest day of my life. If I am not hallucinating and you're still around when I wake up, it'll be the happiest day of my life. And if this is a hallucination, I'll forgive your inexperience if you'll make it worth my while to have hallucinated this instead of having it for real." Again she smiled. Then she slid her hand into my pants and unbent my throbbing manhood. "Will you always feed me whenever I need to feed?" she asked sincerely. "Will it kill me to let you do that?" I returned. She laughed. "No. You saw how little I need. Feed me two or three times a month and I am yours forever." The coy look was back on her face. "Then I am yours to feed from, Adelle. In return for your company, of course." I smiled and winked at her. "My company?" she asked. "Not just my sex?" "Well, if I can stand you, sure," I joked. She jokingly pinched my cheek a little too hard in response. "Don't be too funny," she said, a hint of sarcastic threat in her voice. "Okay," I chuckled. "Now, where were we?" "You were about to get fucked," she responded with an almost evil grin. "But now you blew it." There was that smile again. I blew it? I thought at her. How did I do that? Oh, you took the time to turn me on. And now you can finish what you started. Now she was smiling from ear to ear. At about this point, I had about finished sobering up, and the whole situation hit me like a ton of bricks. Here I was with an unbelievably beautiful redheaded creature calling herself a nosferatuu and claiming that she wasn't a vampire, yet she drank of my blood and healed the wound, and was promising me a lifetime of pleasure and companionship if I continued to feed her. I stared at her pale, almost white flesh before me, becoming somewhat dazed, losing the focus of my eyes. "Caleb?" she asked, sounding less concerned than I would have thought she would. "Are you alright? I know this is pretty strange and I'll take some getting used to, but we have plenty of time, right? You aren't going to freak out and leave me, now, are you?" That struck me just right to make me laugh. "I must be dreaming this. This is just too strange. You are apparently not human, and you drink blood to survive, but you can heal what wounds you create by doing so. You feed two or three times a month, and you're cool to the touch. You can read minds and spin illusions, and yet you're so thankful for an average guy like me. First you lead me to believe that you're very experienced sexually, and then you turn out to be a kitten who claims innocence. You are able to change your body shape and size and color, be anything you desire, be anything your partner desires, but you are afraid I am going to leave you - and we are only knowing eachother for what, an hour or two at most? This is definitely too much. Killer dream, though. I have to say that much." She looked worried now, and I could feel her shrinking away emotionally. "You can't handle the shock of all this, can you," she said almost resignedly. “If you are real, I want to make love to you. If you are not real, I definitely want to make love with you!”, I replied. “But this is pretty amazing you know? If it's not a dream, you have to give me some time to get used to it.” “Well, if you're not going to be cooperative, then I guess I will just have to enjoy myself while I can,” said Adelle. “Oh, I'll cooperate. I'm just a little worried this is all a dream, and you'll be gone like so many other amazing dreams when I wake up tomorrow.” “Tell you what, Caleb. You show me what it's like to be made love to, and I'll show you that dreams can come true. How's that?” she said with a smile. “It's a deal,” I replied, smiling back. ************************* I hope you enjoyed Chapter 1 of the “Adelle” series. Please remember to vote, and please share your feedback with me! Adelle Ch. 02 The changing night sounds told us that the festival was winding down. People were beginning to make their way past. Caleb, I can't do this. There's too many people around now. I sighed. I understood, of course, but it was frustrating. We got ourselves back to a fully dressed state. My erection was, even optimally positioned, giving itself away rather too efficiently for my taste. Adelle frowned and stroked it promisingly through the material of my shorts. Awww.... Such a beautiful erection, too. I don't want to leave you hungry, but I can't feel comfortable being naked in such an exposed area. I promise, when we get a little privacy, you can have me. "OK," I said softly, with a smile. We sat down on some of the logs near the road and talked while we waited for my cousin to arrive. Party goers were making their way past with more and more frequency, and there were a few law enforcement patrol cars to be seen as well. Even though my lust was up and making demands, I was glad we had stopped when we had. Her hand, cool and smooth, found mine, and I intertwined my fingers with hers. We looked at one another, and smiled, both somewhat amazed at how well things were going. Of course, it hadn't exactly been very long, either. You asked me earlier if I wanted you to be warm for our lovemaking, I thought to her. You can achieve the same body temperature I have if you want to? Yes, she replied, but only if I have fed recently, and only if I concentrate on producing the effect. It uses up my energy quickly to do that. If I were to continually maintain the typical human body temperature, I would be forced to feed almost as much as you do, only I cannot benefit from solid food as you can. My digestive system cannot break solid foods down well. You would have to feed me so much and so often that you would die of blood loss in a single feeding. Obviously, neither of us want that. But, that's why I can go for so long without feeding. I don't have to maintain body heat like you do. "Fascinating," I replied out loud. And tell me – what exactly are 'nosferatuu'? I guess you could say we are something like the outcast cousins of the vampire. Where vampires take what they need by whatever means are expedient – force, coercion, trickery, charm - nosferatuu must ask permission of the blood giver. Where vampires drain the blood of their victims until the person dies, we seek never to bring harm. Where vampires may drink of the blood of anything, as long as it's alive, nosferatuu are very limited in what type of blood they can survive on. As I mentioned, I can only derive my needed nourishment from the blood of a human male, and only if it is willingly given by someone who knows what I am. Nosferatuu are far more rare than vampires. It has always been our charge to keep the vampire populations in check. They have forgotten out common past, and have begun to hunt us, just as we hunt them... she let the thought drift off, as she contemplated that. But why would they hunt you?, I wondered. Simply because they wish to survive. You must understand that we, the Nosferatuu are the noble cousins of the vulgar beasts you know as vampires, and we have certain... powers... over them. We are here to control their numbers. Unfortunately, they have grown quite adept at controlling our numbers as well, over the centuries. I pondered this interesting information. So fill me in about vampires and nosferatuu then, I asked mentally. But before she got the chance, my attention was yanked away by my beer-holding cousin whooping his approval that I had 'scored a chick', as he put it. "Mad props to ma cuz for the honey!", he said enthusiastically. She and I both had to laugh. I noticed her hand was becoming warmer. Whereas I had sobered up, my cousin had continued to drink all night. He handles alcohol much better than I do, but he was certainly enjoying himself. "So ya gunna interduce us? Do I have ta do everythin for ya?" he asked with an exaggerated Southern accent that was amusing, as had been intended. "Neil," I said, "This is my... er... new girlfriend, I guess... Adelle." I looked at her, looking for some sign from her that she accepted the title. She smiled broadly at it, and I mentally heaved a sigh of relief. I heard her delightful laughter in my head. Girlfriend, she thought at me, I like the sound of that! "Pleas'ta meecha, Adelle!" he said, enthusiastically reaching out to shake her hand. She let loose my own, and stood up along side me, taking his hand in a handshake. "Adelle, this is my cousin, Neil," I continued. "It is a pleasure to meet the man responsible for my wonderful good fortune this evening," she said smiling. "Caleb told me how you dragged him to the Pineapple Festival, even though he didn't want to go." I did?, I wondered at her. Of course, not, silly, but I can read your mind, she replied in thoughts. Oh, I pondered, suddenly conjuring up visions of nightmare scenarios associated with this utter lack of privacy. I began to worry. Never fear, Caleb. I'll respect your privacy whenever possible. I just needed to make it sound good for him. Since only two of us had bikes, we decided to walk back to his trailer in the trailer park on the beach. It was a ways to walk, but he was having a grand time, and we certainly weren't having a bad time either. He took a last swig from the beer bottle in his hand, tossed it into the garbage can nearby, and produced two more unopened beer bottles from the pockets in his cargo pants. I idly wondered if they were paid for. "I got two more, anybuddy care fer a beer with me?" he asked. "Sure, I'll have one," replied Adelle smoothly. Just for your information, nosferatuu cannot become inebriated from alcohol, came her gentle thought-voice in my head. I nodded slightly. Neil twisted the tops off the beers and handed one to her and one to me. "I thought you were going to have one?" I asked, beer bottle in hand. "I am. You're just gonna help me!" he said merrily. So I took a long pull, swallowed a couple times, and handed the bottle back to him. Ugh. Beer. Adelle's laugh came into my head again. How she managed to laugh only in her own head was beyond me. Slick, she said, observing that I had only pretended to drink. But Neil was convinced and took the bottle into his own hand, drank a gulp, and we unlocked the chain and started walking the bikes back. Neil is the kind of guy who lives for the moment, and he's done and faced some pretty wild shit in his day. So when I told him that Adelle was going to be moving in with me, he understood. It was nothing new to him. He even offered to let her crash at his place for a few nights if need be. Since I knew by his being alone that he had not managed to 'score any chicks', it was only common sense to believe he would want to party for a while back at his place. Do you mind if we head back and party a bit there with him?, I asked, after he suggested it out loud. Not at all, Master, she replied without even bothering to look at me. "What was that?!" I said, surprised. Neil thought I had been talking to him. "Calm down, cuz," he said. "It was only a joke!" Another swig, and again he handed me the bottle. Again, I only pretended to drink, since I hate the taste of beer. Outwardly, I smiled and played it cool. He continued talking and whooping and hollering his enthusiastic enjoyment of the buzz he had as we continued walking down the street. I'm sorry, did that bother you? I'm used to considering my feeder as my Master. I can be rather submissive, and I sense that you are dominant, but I have not figured out just how dominant you are yet, she said into my mind. I have my very own submissive redheaded vampire-hunting nosferatuu?! I thought incredulously. If you're comfortable with my submission, yes, but I can refrain if it pleases you, she thought at me, matter of factly. Even in her willingness to not be submissive, she was being submissive. Actually, I have long been searching for a submissive, I thought at her. I just never found one. But I have to tell you, I have zero experience with it, and all I know is what I have read on the Internet. I can sense you will be a good Master, even untried. That is why I unconsciously submitted to you. For me to submit to someone who is as naturally dominant as you are is... well... natural. Of course, it's also a sign that I respect and trust you. And, of course, I only give myself to one person at a time. Certainly we have a long way to go before I will be able to submit fully, but I do feel perfectly natural submitting to you, she thought. I had to think about this new opportunity. My mind raced. I sensed Adelle was pleased. We arrived back at the trailer Neil was living in. Not the nicest trailer ever, but certainly not the worst. When we arrived, we were greeted by Brad, Neil's older brother, who was also living there. They had only recently moved down from Washington state. Brad and Neil are brothers, but you'd never know it except for that they fight like brothers fairly frequently. They don't look alike. Brad is fairly short for a man, coming in at five feet five inches tall, while Neil is five foot seven, like me. Brad has dark hair, almost black, that forms pronounced curly waves. Neil, on the other hand, has blondish wavy hair that is cut something like a buzz cut, only it's thick and wavy enough to stay in place by itself. Wavy hair does not make for a very effective buzz cut. Both brothers are more muscular than I am, but Brad is the brawniest of us, though not much bigger than his brother. Still, they make me look positively feminine in comparison when you compared our builds. (What can I say? One builds pools for a living, the other is a Harley-Davidson motorcycle mechanic by trade. Me, I'm a writer without much inclination to go to the gym...) Brad has a bit of an olive complexion, while Neil's is somewhat fairer, though both usually sport obvious tans. Brad had chosen to refrain from the Pineapple Festival, but had certainly not failed to equal his brother's alcoholic intake while waiting for us to return. He, too, handles alcohol vastly better than myself, and so he was affected, but not seriously drunk. It was no time at all before they had the freezer open and were pulling out ice cold bottles of Jägermëister and the infamous secret weapon, Captain Morgan's Silver spiced rum. It was their spare bottle stash. These two love their alcohol, and I always have to try when I'm around them not to drink as much as they would like for me to drink. I got away with a swig of the Jäg, which I kind of like for it's almost licorice-like flavor, and a Captain Morgain's rum without too much razzing. I was not yet quite experienced enough as a drinker to know that rum is not the best choice of alcohol for me. Adelle was game for anything alcoholic that they handed her, which naturally made her an instant hit with them. Neil was serving up the drinks, and he decided she needed a shot of Jäg the size of my eight ounce glass. "Uh, Neil, don't you think that's a bit much on the Jägermëister for one small woman?", I asked. He laughed, but before he replied, her mental response shot through my mind in high speed. He is thinking he's going to get me plastered so I'll fuck you tonight. He wants you to get some. Hows about a little fun with him, too, then? Something about the tone of her voice suggested to me a wicked grin. You want to fuck him? I asked, surprised. No, I want to drink him under the table! She laughed. "Oh come on, Caleb! Adelle can handle it! Jesus, man, she's more of a man than you are, I'll bet," he said handing the drink to her. She accepted it while laughing at his prod. Of course, as feminine looking as she is, I and Brad also had to laugh. She winked at Neil, and started drinking it at a fair pace. There wasn't even the slightest reaction to the strong alcohol on her throat. "Tunes! We need tunes!" said Neil. "What are you doing drinking without tunes, bro?", he said to his brother. Then he turned on his small stereo, which has ridiculously large speakers. Instantly, we were beset with the sounds of reggae funk. The song was "Smoke Two Joints", and I started laughing. Neil and Brad always razzed me about not hitting the bong with them. I knew they were starting up again, in their own little way. They were singing along. "Dude, get the bag," Brad said predictably. Neil, for once, did what his older brother wanted without a fight, but only because he wanted to do the same thing. Neil returned with a small zip lock bag of thumbnail sized buds that were almost white with crystals on them. There was a fine dust of the crystals in the bottom of the bag. My jaw about fell off when I saw that. "You gonna have a good time with us?" asked Brad. "I dunno, maybe," I said. "Wuss! Wuss! Wuss!" the brothers chanted in unison. I laughed. "How about you, lovely lady?" said Brad. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch your name." It was my cue to feel stupid. "I'm sorry," I said. "This is Adelle, Brad. Brad, Adelle, Adelle, Brad." "It's cool, cuz. We all get a little flustered around a beautiful woman," he said, grinning at Adelle. She smiled and lowered her eyes a moment. It was apparent she was used to hearing that, but like me, allowed herself to enjoy a compliment only if and when it was sincerely spoken. "I don't bother. Weed doesn't touch me," she responded. "What? You must be thinking I was born yesterday," Brad responded. "I'm telling you," said Adelle with a laugh, "that shit has no effect on me! I'd just be wasting your bud!" "Bullshit," said Brad. "Don't tell me you're as big a wuss as Caleb here," She laughed again. I decided that tonight, I would hit the bong with them. What the hell. "OK, if you don't wanna believe me. Waste your bud then," she grinned. "This is Washington white gold, darlin'. It hits everybody," said Brad almost evilly. "Shit," said Neil. "Knocks you on yo' ass, more like it," The two of them laughed and ribbed one another at the comments they'd made about their pot. They made a bong from a beer bottle, of the bubbler variety, which I cannot accurately recall the design of at the moment. (You should not wonder why.) Soon, the distinctive scent of that thick light grayish-white smoke was issuing forth, and we passed it around. They seemed pleased that I decided to share with them. I only took one, deep hit. One hit was all it took. They may have been used to smoking that stuff, but I was practically a virgin to it. It wasn't three minutes before I was laughing my ass off at everything. They, for their part, got in a fight. Neil loves the band Phish, and Brad decided to share his drunken, stoned opinion-of-the-moment that Phish was a 'fag band'. It wasn't long before they stepped outside to have more space in which to swing at one another. I thought it was hilarious as I stumbled outside to watch, and fell on the ground. That, too was hilarious somehow. My, what amusing cousins you have, thought Adelle. Her words were funny as hell. I laughed and laughed, tears forming in my eyes. And you, my good man, don't smoke very much, do you? "Nope! HA-Hahahahahahaha!" That was hilarious to me, too. I fell back on the ground laughing hysterically, by then, at the fact that I had fallen on the ground again laughing hysterically. It felt so good to laugh like that. Until, that is, my lungs started to protest. I had forgotten about my lungs. My lungs are scarred from chemotherapy. I was told never to smoke anything or try to go scuba diving. A good part of why I never got very athletic from that point on was the fact that with scarred lungs, I could not breath as deeply as I needed to in order to handle high levels of physical exertion for even short periods of time. The scars do not expand like normal lung tissue, and thus I have since been severely limited in just how physical I can get in my activities. My lungs did not fail to remember their condition, though, and I began to feel a burning sensation from them. At first, wholly replacing the exclamation of pain or surprise I might have uttered, I laughed at it. In my laughing spell, I was totally unable to do anything else in response. The laughter and pot made the pain somewhat less, somehow, but the pain grew and grew. Soon, I thought I was going to die. And yet, despite my concerns, I still laughed hysterically at even this. "I think I made a mistake, Adelle," I said laughing the whole time. "I think I'm in trouble," "Why?" she asked. I explained about my lungs. In response, she put her left hand on my chest under my shirt. It was cool to the touch, and oh-so soft. The look in her eyes held an odd hint of arousal mixed with concern. After a moment of whatever she was doing, she spoke in my mind. Your lungs are not responding well, but you will be alright. It will hurt for a while, though, which is good. It will remind you not to do stupid things like smoking pot anymore. After waiting a while for the pain to finish it's growth and then subside, my relief was a wave washing over me – with laughter! I grabbed her, starting to feel the effects of the alcohol on top of the weed, and kissed her on the lips. Those lips were fantastic. They felt so soft and smooth that the sheerest silk would have felt like sandpaper in comparison. The laughing spell was gradually replaced by the burning liquid desire to make love to her. She responded as readily as I, and soon we were passionately engaged in a deep kiss. From what I understand, I am rather unusual for a guy in that I get very turned on from being kissed the right way. And boy was she was doing it the right way. My body became a bonfire of desire, consumed from within, and I was helpless against it in the state I was in at that moment. Her passions matched mine, flame for flame, and we were lost to the outside world in our kiss. My hands found her hips, and slid under her shirt and up. Her skin was smooth, soft, cool. It felt electrifying, somewhere in my gut. Up and up, my hands slid, taking her shirt with them. Now, now, Caleb. Can't do that here, she admonished. I had an idea. I put my finger to her lips, indicating that she should stay there for a moment, and went outside. My cousins, who had been in a fistfight shortly earlier, were now singing "Smoke Two Joints" at the top of their lungs to nonexistent accompaniment. Only, for them, it had become "Soak Two Joints", and that was, of course, funny as hell for all of us. "Dudes," I said, approaching. "The lovely lady wishes to do the horizontal mile with me..." After blurting this out, I felt like an idiot. They stopped dead, looking incredulous. "No shit!" said Brad. "Holy fuck, dude, you is hot with the ladies tonight!" "What the fuck you been drinkin' to get with her?" said Neil. He was quite obviously jealous as hell. It felt good, and yet I felt bad for him at the same time. I've been in those shoes, myself. Many times. "I don't know," I said, "but I don't want to disappoint her! Is there anywhere we could go... got any rubbers?" Now I really felt like an idiot, but it was what they would expect, and I didn't want to offend anyone. "Yeah, sure. There's a bed on each end of the trailer. If you want some privacy, go down the hall and draw the curtains." said Neil. "Yeah, but remember, that's my bed, so no wet spots or I kick your ass!" yelled Brad. "And there's a box of rubbers in the drawer under my bed," said Neil. "Thanks, cuzzes," I said with a grin. I knew this would be regretted in the morning, but somehow I didn't care. Adelle Ch. 02 I went back inside. As it turned out, the couch we had been sitting on was Neil's bed, and there was a drawer in the base of it that held, among other things, a box of condoms. Trojan Enz, lubricated. I was in luck. I hate Lifestyles. Adelle already knew what was going on, and she waited until I had a condom in hand and then led me back to my cousin's bed. Thank God my cousins are rowdy guys. I don't think I know anyone else who would have, without a second thought, volunteered their bed for someone else's fucking pleasure. And supplied condoms, too! You won't need that condom, said Adelle in my mind as we went down the hall to the miniscule, but more private bedroom and then slid the curtain closed. I won't? Why not? Because, silly. I can't get pregnant with a human's child. My kind reproduce a different way. Talk about having hit the jackpot! My curiosity was piqued by her statement, but I would ask that sort of question later. Um, Adelle, I don't know how to ask this, but - Yes, Caleb. I am clean. I cannot support human diseases within my body. Therefore, I am completely immune and cannot be a carrier, either. Jackpot, indeed. I relaxed. I'll just put it on anyway, to give some evidence that it was used. They expect it to be used, so I might as well, I thought. Suit yourself, Master, she responded. I could not hear it in her mental voice, but I could feel it in my chest: she was slightly hurt that I seemingly didn't trust her enough to not use a condom, despite what she had just told me. I dropped my shorts, revealing myself in one fell swoop, since I habitually go commando, and my erection jumped free and pointed at her. Oh my, that's even bigger than I thought it would be, she thought. You don't have to kiss my ass, you know. I know that every woman says that to ever man she's with. I'm not just saying it, Caleb! It was evident she was pleased with my package. OK, then. I'll just put on the condom and take it off to make it look like we used it, and then we can get back to what we were doing! She realized I wasn't going to use the condom, and the pain turned into sunshine in my chest. She beamed at me. May I?She wondered at me, indicating that she was interested in putting my cock in her mouth after I had removed the condom. This instilled a bit of fear in me. What about those teeth? She threw her head back haughing hard and almost hit it on the wall in the cramped little bedroom. 'Those teeth' have to be extended, silly. See? She showed me her teeth. They looked entirely human. I sighed in relief. If you want to, you can, I responded. So she layed down on the bed, and positioned herself in the right way to be comfortable while sucking me as I stood there. I closed my eyes, and almost immediately as she took me into her mouth, my legs began to buckle. The enveloping warmth of her mouth – I guessed that she'd warmed it up for me – was heaven. Fortunately, my knees hit the side of the bed, and with minimal effort, I was able to remain standing. As good as her lips felt when we had kissed, she felt ten times better doing this! I had to wonder at what she'd feel like during regular sex. There are some nice advantages to being telepathic, she thought at me with her mouth filled completely. I had to chuckle at that. Giving oral really turns me on, Master. I hope you don't mind that. Mind it! I am thrilled with it! I responded. Her smooth motions and utter lack of teeth against my sensitive shaft told me she was an experienced giver of this form of pleasures. An unconscious moan of bliss escaped me. Please lay down, Master. This will be much better that way. She disengaged, giving me those eyes as she did, those eyes filled with the pleasure of having pleased me. I melted a little inside. We can't make love here, I thought. I need more privacy than this! Perhaps, but I can still pleasure you this way, can't I? Well, yeah... but I thought you wanted me to make love to you? There's plenty of time for that in the future. Right now I want to taste your seed. There was a hunger in her mind's voice as she said that. It was evident that sucking me off was as arousing for her as getting sucked off was for me. I enjoy giving oral pleasures. A lot. I smiled, and laid myself down. Just close your eyes and relax, she cooed in my mind. I want you to enjoy this. If I enjoy it much more I'll die, I responded. It made her snort with laughter out loud. She smiled at me, pulled my shorts down a bit further, and began lavishing me with oral attention. Somehow she seemed to instinctively know where to lick and how. No woman had ever known my secret sensitive spots without help before. I was overwhelmed with the nirvana that was her mouth. She was giving me the most amazing blow job I had ever had. Dear lord, woman, keep this up and it'll be over in under a minute! Good! She thought, giving me a naughty grin. It makes me feel good to please my man. The pleasure was so intense I couldn't concentrate enough anymore to follow anything she could have said. I just closed my eyes and drifted away into the bliss.... and then, before long, I felt the seeds of my orgasm forming deep within me, and with an involuntary gasp, I convulsed as my most intimate fluids were delivered rapidly into her awaiting mouth. Mmmm, she purred mentally. Man pudding! I laughed as she savored the stuff, and then swallowed. Are you always this funny? I asked. Only when I am having fun, came her slightly evil sounding reply.