A Most Terrifying Engagement (closed)

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta smiled, knowing what she meant, even without her saying it. In a similar vein, Vanta also played coy, not wanting to ruin the moment by saying "and I wasn't expecting to get your wonderful breasts around one of my cocks while you sucked off the other one" so instead he simply said:

"I merely felt that I had to rise to the occasion of my very skilled partner." He finally responded, shooting her a quick smile.

Her second question and her response forced him to hold back a chuckle; it was an important question but the image of him being in his naga like body trying to help her find a condom that would hopefully work with his nonhuman genitalia was a rather comedic one. He caught the laugh so late that his cheeks puffed up and he had to swallow the guffaw back down before he responded.

"No worries Andrea, while I know my abilities are impressive and wonderful," He said, allowing a bit of playful pride to enter his tone, "I am quite limited when I create very small things, especially if they leave my body. While I'd like to think it's a decent simulation and there are 10s of millions of little squiggly things with protein caps in it, they have no real instruction other than just to swim around in a cloud and taste sweet. Besides, I'm not particularly interested in having children," He admitted, though he tossed in a quick follow up, "at this time at least. We're still getting to know each other, you have the move coming up..." He realized he was rambling, unsure of what Anrea ultimately wanted out of a relationship if they were to stay together.

It wasn't that Vanta hated children. Given his past, it would be very odd if he did, nor would he be opposed to Andrea wanting or having a child...but he was scared of actually having anyone, let alone Andrea carry his child. For one thing, even if he did find a way to make successful sperm, separate it from his body and somehow survive long enough to fertilize an egg, it wouldn't be genetically his child. The best he could hope for was either emulating the RNA from a past victim or their parent. The child would be human but have no ties to him. But on the other hand, what if he was wrong and a child that was born of a mortal human and a creature of child was born? Vanta would have no idea how to raise such a thing or if it would even be safe to be around Andrea.

"What I mean is, the short answer is 'No' the long answer is, 'only if we spent a long time figuring it out and I think there's a lot more fun things we could do in the time it takes to figure out the...logistics of that." He then grew a mischievous grin and he loosened his coils so he could use his arms to turn Andrea so her back was against his chest. He ran lower hands over her belly while his upper hands reached up and began to fondle her breasts, working her nipples between his dexterous fingers. He placed his lips on her neck and began to kiss her sensitive flesh, "But if you are worried, we could release this embrace, search this cold dark room for a condom and seeing if it will work with my present...situation."

Vanta's paired cock slid between Andrea's thighs, wiping cum and precum on her inner thighs. The twin heads briefly split once again and "kissed' her thighs before joining back together into one thick, pulsing member. "Of course, that would mean not knowing what it feels like to be filled up with my warm cum, it would mean to have a barrier between you and I, and it would mean all of that delicious sweet fluid that you so happily swallowed up would merely fill a balloon and then cool well away from you."

He released one of Andrea's breasts and turned her head so he could reach up and kiss her hungrily on the lips, "And that would be quite the tragedy. You were glorious this morning when you were surrounded by my tentacles and covered in what they left, and you seemed so happy when you were swallowing it...I can only imagine what it would be like when I come deep inside you, filling you with my warmth as you are wrapped in my coils."

He was half teasing and half sincere. In truth he did think she was gloriously beautiful when she was in the erotic throes of desire and part of him knew that what he would see after they finally coupled and basked in their post-coital bliss would be a totally new wonder.

 

[Poprockz]

Try as he might, his attempt to hide his amusement at her question was not lost on her. He acted as though the question itself was so impossible that the very idea of it was enough to make him almost laugh.

Come to think of it, as she heard his explanation, she had to admit that if he himself didn't have any way to reproduce, then it would probably take a LOT of work on his part to make anything like that happen. He was a shadow, meaning that any living construct he formed was formed out of sheer will. It made her wonder whether things like that came naturally to him, or if he had to think about whether to form each and every nerve in his body, make sure that each hair on his head was a certain length, or figure out how to sort out his inner organs. That sounded both exhausting and frustrating if that was indeed the case, not to mention incredibly impressive just as he suggested.

She was relieved when he said he didn't want a child right now, but his second comment gave her pause. Was it just that he didn't want one right now or did he not want one at all? It was entirely possible that having a child was a secret desire of his, since he had never been able to have one of his own. Perhaps since becoming human a curiosity had grown within him, wondering what it might be light to parent a child instead of causing them fear? What sort of father would Vanta be, anyway?

Andrea could see him being the more fun parent while she herself might be the rule-maker. It was hard to say how he would handle the frustrations of a parent, as she didn't yet know whether he had the emotional maturity to deal with the hell that was child-rearing. Though, she supposed she hadn't seen him truly frustrated or angry at her since his rebirth. Not since- no, she didn't want to linger on those thoughts.

Thankfully, she was distracted by their repositioning, and the cheeky way in which his hands tried to tease as much as his words did. There was no contest though: his words far surpassed his caresses. Should she try to answer in kind? She was facing away from him, so it might be easier to flirt back without feeling too self-conscious. Her head turned to face frontward and she let her eyes drift away more toward the opposite direction of where he lingered near her ear.

“So…” she started out slowly. “You mean I won’t get pregnant even if you fill me up so much that it runs down my legs all the way to the tips of my toes?”

Since he had loosened his coils a little, she was able to close her legs and rock them forward and back together, her thighs rubbing along his stiffness with cum-assisted ease. “Even if you kept cumming inside me over and over... and over again like a bull in heat?”

Andrea continued her musing, hoping that what she was saying was as sexy as she hoped it was and wasn't making him cringe. As she spoke, she used her limited movement to languidly stroke his coils near her hand. Her eyes watched the light trace of her fingertips. “Even if you made your cum extra thick so it slowly dripped out of me and made my underwear wet and creamy for days?

“Hm.” She made a nonchalant sound of approval and shrugged. “Okay. I guess we can leave the condom off then.”

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta was in no way immune to Andrea's flirtations and especially not the feeling of her thighs pressed around the shaft of his joined manhood. He pictured her musings, his alien mind and the longing of his loins not allowing him any thoughts to whether she was being "cringe" or "cheesy." He pictured breeding her like a wild animal, filling her so full of his seed that even days later she would find it dribbling between her legs, undeniable proof of their mating. His cock swelled and pulsed between her legs, the physical desire that burned in his loins became an inferno that felt like it would encompass his entire being. By the time Andrea shrugged, he was completely overcome by lust and the idea that Andrea was merely making playful flirtations escaped him completely.

Vanta placed his lips against Andrea's ear and let out a long, low growl that vibrated with hunger and carried out across his whole body in a tremor, He licked along her outer ear and lobe, briefly giving it a nip before he finally spoke with her in a tone that was full of raw lust and primal hinger. He let his lower hands descend down her body and worked their way over the front and then circled around to the back of her thighs.

"Yesss," he practically hissed, "I could-no," he corrected himself, letting his lips nibble on her ear as his upper arms moved down to her belly, "I'm going to make it so creamy and thick that you will swell from it and it will take days before you don't have proof of our coupling pouring down your legs." He used his hands to pull her back faster against his own thrusts, so his cock was then actively thrusting between her thighs, glazing them with fresh precum till they practically glistened, "And while I cannot give you a child, I shall breed you like a wild animal and claim you again and again until no one can claim that you are not mine." He loosened his coils from around them and let his lower hands circle around to the backs of Andrea's thighs and spread her legs out and then up so his hands were resting behind her thigh and in-between the joint of her thigh and knee. He rocked back and moved his serpentine body back on itself so he almost formed a 'C' around around her with his raging erection poised beneath her, the joined head almost literally vibrating with anticipation as Vanta used his four hands to begin lowering his beloved Andrea onto it.

He kissed her cheek, "I want to devour you Andrea. I want to taste your anticipation and pleasure, I want to savor every cry and moan, I want to consume the feel of your flesh. I love you so much Andrea..." the head of his cock traveled past her labia. as he did so, he had the thin end of his tail wrap itself in her hand: not to restrain but rather to hold her and give her something to hold onto, "Now let us be one."

His coiled torso moved like a spring while his hands moved Andrea down, thrusting his cock deep inside of Andrea, the curled cocks tunneling and spreading her as Vanta buried his face into Andrea's neck, releasing a guttural growl of hunger and pleasure in between a flurry of kisses, each one fiercer than the last and leaving a hickey. Vanta's conscious mind was almost in shock, so overwhelmed with the momentous pleasure he was experiencing that his more carnal brain took over, making the bounces and drops that made up his thrusts go deeper and faster on each movement till he had almost hilted inside his beloved. As he grew comfortable, he let his left upper hand drift up and slide under her breast, not to idly fondle but to feel her heart so he could take in its tempo. As much as he longed to kiss Andrea on the lips, he did not want to mute her, he wanted to hear and devour every sound she made as their coupling grew more intense.

 

[Poprockz]

His growl caused her heart to flutter, her womanhood tingling from such a primal sound; it seemed as though her "musings" had hit the mark.

Her excitement surprised herself. Though it wasn't unexpected for her to be turned on by Vanta in general (at this point in their relationship at least), she hadn't anticipated how much that rumbling sound would thrill her. It was a dangerous sound, a sound a hungry beast might make when spotting a delicious little fawn wandering too far from its mother. The sound was both a warning and a promise of things to come. His intentions were only confirmed by the words that followed.

Their previous foreplay left no resistance to him when he finally thrust himself inside, her slick, velvety walls welcoming him with a snug embrace. This was different than his fingers or even his tongue- his cock was of a length akin to his tongue, while the firmness was more akin to his fingers, but what set it apart was its girth and the ridges created by the twin cocks wrapped around each other. Ridges that so intensely rubbed against her sensitive tunnel, making her squirm and moan with each thrust. Though her own body was already moist with sweat from the night, his scales felt cool against her skin. Perhaps it was because he was in the body of a snake. Though that didn't account for how hot his cock felt when it coaxed its lewd wet squelches from her pussy.

Why did this feel different from their previous sexual encounters? One could argue that any part of Vanta being inside her was equally as intimate, seeing as he was a shadow from the tips of his fingers to the head of his cock. It could have been the fact that she was viewing things from a more human perspective where having someone insert their cock inside was viewed as "the final step" toward total intimacy. Maybe. But she couldn't help but notice how consumed he was by it, how utterly lost he was in the sensations they were sharing.

Andrea continued to hold the tip of his tail in her hand, though her other arm lifted so that she could bend it back to caress his head. "Vanta!" she rasped as her fingers weaved through his hair to get a light grip on him. "So deep!" And indeed he was. She didn't think she had ever felt a man's cock delve so deeply into her valley oasis. Possessed by the sexual energy and pleasure, she turned her head and gave him a lick up the side of his face before her head went back and she resumed her unrestrained cries.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Andreas cries and the feel of her tongue on his face only stoked the fires of Vanta's lust into a searing heat that burned away his rational thought and drove Vanta to desire even more. She had cried how he was going so deep within her yet he wanted to go deeper. Her tongue on his cheek only made him desire it to be in his mouth, dancing with his own tongue. Holding her as intimately as he was sent a feeling of pleasure through him that was beyond description, yet he needed more, he needed to not just feel and hear Andrea but to see her as she writhed in agonizing pleasure as he claimed her and drove in even deeper.

Vanta didn't speak. He bounced Andrea up on his manhood and raised her until only the very tips of his slickened twin heads, and then, with a sudden movement, spun Andrea around, the tip of his tail still circling her hand gently, even as he prepared to mount her. He seized her lips in his, his hunger flavoring his warm lips and flexible tongue like a strong, overwhelming spice. His kisses became ravenous as the coiled tail he had used to bounce his beloved upon in a lustful playfulness, straightened out, raising them both up until Vanta's head was nearly touching the ceiling. His lower hands went down to Andrea's buttocks with a rough slap that was muted as his hands gripped into her flesh and then worked his hands down her thighs to her knees and pulled her legs further apart and raised them up around his belly as his upper arms cradled around her head, keeping her lips against his and shielding her from what was to come.

And what that was finally occurred as Vanta made the two of them plunge from the top of the room down onto the bed with such force that the boxsprings and the frame of the bed threatened to crack open. Andrea was shielded by Vanta's arms and the pool of coils that now lay under her and spilled off of the bed but Vanta used that shock and his arms and coils to folded her up so her back was rolled up and the soles of her feet were pointed towards the ceiling. Vanta meanwhile had draped himself over her, the tips of his manhood now pressing directly down into her. As the bedsprings finally fought back against the sudden impact, it drove Andrea up and Vanta drove down with his coiled cocks, going in even deeper. Vanta's current form allowed him fuck Andrea with wild abandon as he kept her rolled up and let his lips hover in front of hers. His tongue flicked out and tasted her sweat as his eyes drank in every minute expression that went through her face. Their roles as shields done, his upper arms took turns groping her breasts, which in the new inverted position were currently threatening to fly back and smack Andrea's face, and stroking her hair and face, even as he roughly mounted her.

"Andrea!" He howled, as he drove her down against the bed and into his warm coils. He thought of the pre-coital discussion they had, of how he couldn't make her pregnant..but as he fucked her, Vanta couldn't help but fantasize about it, "I'm going to breed you right on this bed. I'm going to fuck you tonight until you are full of my cum. I'm going to go even deeper and claim you over and over tonight and make you my mate." He redoubled his efforts, his paired cocks stiffening as they began to feel the need to release their stored treasures and fill Andrea like she had asked. He brushed her hair back and looked down at her face, "tell me how much you want me Andrea. Tell me how much you want me to fill you for the first time tonight!"

 

[Poprockz]

“MM!” She squeaked in surprise as they dropped. So consumed in the heated exchange of their mouths and such that she hadn’t been paying attention to the possibility of such a sudden movement. Though the next moment her eyes rolled back as their new position allowed him to slam against an erogenous zone near her cervix.

It was difficult for Andrea to think. Every time a coherent thought would come to her, his cock would dive down into what felt like her very core and she would only be able to focus on the incomprehensible surges of pleasure that would radiate from such an action. Such pleasure was overwhelming, bringing streams of tears down the sides of her face. Josh hadn’t liked seeing her like that as he said that “it looks like you’re sad and shit,” so usually he would have them in a position where she was facing away from him if her eyes ever started to water. He didn’t understand that it was entirely involuntary and had nothing to do with sadness- quite the opposite.

That being said, she surprisingly didn’t feel self-conscious about it. Andrea trusted that Vanta knew by the way her thighs were soaked with fluid, by the way she was sweating with exertion, by the way her eyes looked up at him with rapturous admiration that he would intuitively know that her tears were merely an outlet for such overstimulation.

Her mouth remained open as their lips hovered near each other. Closing it would have been fruitless as not a moment went by that she was able to keep her desperate wails from sounding. The only break between them was the gasps and panted breaths that tasted like Vanta himself. His breath mingled with her own from their proximity, almost as though his intent was to have her breathe in his very essence.

The sound of her name brought her back to the surface of her thoughts as he made lewd promises to her, and asked— no, demanded— that she give form to her desires in the way of words. They both knew he couldn’t actually get her pregnant, but the way he said he wanted to breed her was such a turn-on.

There was no hesitation before she granted him what he sought. “You- I want you! Ah! God, I want you, Vanta! Fuck! I want you to drown my pussy in your cum more than anything! Until I can’t take any more of it! It feels better than anything I’ve ever felt and I-! Ah! Only you- only…” She was having a very hard time finishing that thought, as her toes were curling and she was on the cusp of orgasming herself, feeling that this one was going to be a particularly dramatic climax.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta drank in every one of Andrea's features as he pinned and penetrated her. In the dark his eyes saw her tear streaked cheeks and her strained face looking through those tears at him as she panted like an exhausted beast. Her immaculate skin was soaked in sweat that briefly collected in pools before it rolled down her face and all the while he could feel his frenzied thrusts splash a mix of his precum and her nectar up from within her and out onto her already soaked crotch and thighs. In short, he saw Andrea as a complete mess.

...a complete, wonderous, erotic, glorious mess.

Vanta's conflicting hungers of amorousness and lust grew within him at the panting goddess beneath him. He felt lust at the unbridled carnal desire and pleasure that radiated from Andrea's sweat soaked form. The pleasures they had explored with each other over the past couple of days had been dressed in a veneer of play and cautiousness but now anything but the most primal and base needs of their bodies had been stripped away and exchanged for raw lust and the meeting of loins. Andrea's panting, exhausted form was a monument to this unfiltered, animalistic passion.

Yet conversely, the way Andrea looked evoked a feeling of love from Vanta. The fact she trusted him even as he used his body to roll her into a ball so he could fuck her even harder and that she was willing to be as open and vulnerable with him, even crying from the pleasure made his heart flutter even as it pulsed faster and faster as his climax approached. It wasn't only that she trusted him, but that she was taking pleasure from him. Despite his monstrous form and their original relationship, there was no fear right now, only pleasure.

Then he heard her words and Vanta was finally pushed over the edge. He was not only making her feel good, she was not only begging for him, but she was saying he was making her feel better than anything she felt before.

"And I have never felt better than I do now!" Vanta cried out as his climax finally approached, he increased the tempo, his coiled cock thrusting in and out of Andrea's tight vagina faster and faster until it was as though he was a jackhammer, "I love you so much Andrea," he groaned, his upper hands stroking her cheeks, wiping her tears as his lower hands held her in place as he prepared to fire his load deep inside of her, "you don't have to say it back but I have never felt this way before and I only want you as my mate," He was practically growling, and the bed shook with every thrust of his tail, as though he was making the very earth shake.

Vanta had remembered what Andrea had teased him with before and the batch of sperm he had grown met all of her criteria. His Coiled penises strained with the load, swelling inside of Andrea as they struggled to force the excessively thick load out of their shafts making Vanta feel an almost pleasurable pain as the pressure built, "Here it comes Andrea! I want you to feel every last drop of my desire. He slapped her ass as the dam broke and his cocks finally released their loads and with a final command, "Now COME Andrea!" He dug his fingers into her reddened cheeks, "Come with me!" he barked.

And Vanta came hard. The load was abnormally thick so his orgasm was drawn out as the thick batter forced its way out of the too narrow passages. Andrea had teased about wanting a load so thick and plentiful that it would days if not weeks to leave her and what came out did its best to meet that criteria. While it started flowing when Vanta was almost right against Andrea's cervix and she was practically upside down, the thick white cum came to soon overflow from Andrea's nethers. The seed was so thick that it tried to press Andrea open even after Vanta finally let his cocks slide out of what had practically become a temporary home for them. It wouldn't last weeks but it would take some time before Andrea was free of this particular reminder of their first coital union.

As Vanta panted above Andrea, looking down on her to watch her reaction as his own orgasm subsided and his afterglow enveloped him like a warm blanket, he thought of what he had said, how he had never felt better than he did at this moment. And what surprised him most was that there was no lingering feeling of a past life that would disprove this notion: this really was the happiest he had ever been.

 

[Poprockz]

The way he looked at her… it was almost as though he was trying to sear his love onto her skin with his gaze alone. Even if she wanted to respond to his words that were just as fiery in their conviction in his love for her, she was unable to formulate a reply.

Only a monster was capable of doing the things he was doing to her, but that certainly served to his advantage. She wasn’t lying when she had said that this was the very height of what she had felt in bed with anyone. No one else had held her like he had, contorted her body and shook her like a cup of jello on an uneven clothes dryer. Her body was certainly going to feel like jello after all of this was over.

That sharp slap that rang out as he smacked her ass and commanded her to cum might has well been the snapping of a rope.

She couldn’t help but scream as his ceaseless pounding forced her body to concede. No, it wasn’t as much conceding as it was utterly succumbing to him. Andrea wasn’t even conscious of the fact that she was making that noise, as all she knew was that her pussy was squirting and her womanhood was saturated with a feeling that almost seemed beyond pleasure. There were no words, only an erotic, practically cosmic event that her whole being was part of.

Her body was still twitching as she came back to reality, now feeling the tail-end of Vanta’s ejaculation. She realized that he was indeed making good on filling her up, and somehow it felt thicker than normal cum. Though she didn’t bother to look, she had the sneaking suspicion that her abdomen might have looked a little bloated considering how generous his cock had been. She had underestimated how erotic it would be to have his seed inside her, and she couldn’t help but shiver as she briefly wondered what it might be like to have him fuck her with a pussy full of sperm.

Going another round without resting even for a few moments was out of the question though, so she simply let herself relax.

The exhausted woman hung limply in his embrace, utterly spent for the moment. Her eyes were closed as she panted, trying to recover and catch her breath from the physical feat they had just completed. When they opened again, her eyes were hooded with contentedness as though waking up from the most pleasant dream. Perhaps what they said about nightmares was true: that nightmares could become dreams if one were to stop turning away, gather up one’s courage, and face them head-on.

“Vanta…” she breathed, "wow. That was... wow. Can we... Rest for a bit? I think you almost fucked my soul out of my body." There was a weak chuckle as her eyes crinkled fondly at him.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Andrea's scream was like a divine note that reverberated through Vanta, giving a perverse flavor to his afterglow that made him drool, even as his coiled cocks retreated back within his belly scales. As wonderful as his orgasm felt, watching and feeling his beloved surrender to him and wrack herself in almost agonized pleasure from his wild thrusts elicited a feeling within the shadowy creature that was a chimera of affection, sadism, and primal lust. He gazed down at Andrea's exhausted, balled up form and released his grip on her buttocks and ran his hands over her sweat covered skin. While he could no longer feed off of Andrea's emotions, he could feel her heart race and every involuntary twitch her orgasm caused. Vanta drank in all of the sights, sounds, and tastes of Andrea, his pleasure and contentment battling with a growing hunger within him.

However, when he saw Andrea's eyes open and heard her speak, his affection won out. Battling the thoughts of lust that demanded he continue to claim Andrea as his mate and find new pleasures from her, her exhaustion be damned, as well as the unknowable hunger that always seemed at the edge of his consciousness to roll to the side so his weight was off of her, and his hands went from roughly holding her and feeling heart race, to giving gentle, reassuring caresses. He kissed her forehead and then rested his forehead against hers.

"It certainly was...wow," Vanta joked, trying to ease the tension he was feeling, though he then embraced Andrea, "I don't have the proper words to describe how that felt Andrea, but being with you like that was the greatest feeling I have ever had," He ran his hands though her hair and breathed her scent in, "Yes, let's rest for now...I'd hate to chase your soul away." He heard her weak chuckle and any thought of continuing their escapades was put away deep in his mind as his more caring side came to the surface. Still holding Andrea he slithered on her bed until she and he were able to lay their heads atop the pillows, which Vanta's tail had hastily laid out. He lightly wrapped Andrea in his coils and then stared at her longingly. It was strange, his body wasn't exhausted, yet Vanta felt tired and soon he found his blinks turning into long stretches of his eyes being fully closed.

"Andrea, I'm so glad I met you." He kissed her gently on the cheek, "You're so wonderful..." He let out a yawn, "I love you." He stroked her face once more and blinked his eyes, fighting the overwhelming exhaustion that was filling him.

 

[Poprockz]

The two of them had napped earlier, so why did she feel so tired? Perhaps their joining was more rigorous than she had realized. All she wanted to do at the present time was curl up in his coils and drift off into a peaceful slumber. Andrea tried to resist this, as she hardly thought that Vanta would be satisfied with one round. However, she found her own mouth widening with a yawn as her eyelids worked against her.

It wouldn't hurt to close her eyes and rest them for a few moments, would it?

"Mm..." she hummed softly, putting her arm gently around his side and then up his back as though he was a body pillow. The intimacy they were sharing was so natural, it almost seemed like a bond that had been forged over years rather than days. "You are... dangerously charming, you know that?" A sleepy smile curled her lips. "You say such sweet things as easily as breathing."

Andrea turned her face and kissed the palm of his hand. "For the record though, I think you're amazing. And... I'm really glad you came back after what happened. "

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta sighed as Andrea embraced him, the last vestiges of his lustful longing being exchanged for feelings of warmth and affection. Vanta would have been satisfied with just falling asleep, coiled around his beloved, but then she paid him a compliment, and, with a playful but sincere smile, the shadowy creature had to respond.

"They're only so easy to say because they're true," he chuckled. He smiled at her kissing his palm, kissing her forehead in return, and letting the hand Andra had blessed stroke the side of her face in return. His heart leapt as she said he was amazing, so amazing that her next comment didn't even phase him, "Andrea, while I am sorry for the hurt I caused you, I like to think of what happened to me like the metamorphosis of a caterpillar into butterfly: a painful but necessary transformation that let me grow into something better. And I don't regret that I went through it."

He held her tenderly, using his lower arms to stroke her back. He thought back to that night and it wasn't the pain he recalled but rather the final embrace Andrea had given him before he had slipped away into that dark desert where he had been reborn. He wished he could show Andrea what that had meant to him, how her kindness and her wish for him to find love had empowered him to reforge himself into something more.

"That night was painful but what got me through it and what made me take that pain and turn myself into something better was what you did for me, Andrea. you showed me a kindness that I didn't deserve and a warmth that I had long forgotten."

And then it struck Vanta: there was an easy way to show Andrea. It was so simple he couldn't believe he hadn't thought of it before.

"You're amazing Andrea. You showed me empathy despite what I had done, you're the only person who could ever have done what you did...how could I help but fall in love with you?"

Full of passion, he kissed her. and as he did, his torso changed. His coiled tail remained wrapped around the two of them, but the broad shoulders shrunk down, the four arms became slender and the scales sank down and were then replaced by well moisturized skin, and his chest and hair grew, so that when their lips parted, Vanta now had the exact upper body of Andrea (plus two arms), just one made of shadowy flesh. He embraced Andrea, and held her head to his now bountiful chest. He spoke, his voice close but not quite the same as Andrea's.

"I had never been held like this, never felt such an affectionate warmth, can you feel it, Andrea?" He asked stroking her back, "Having someone wish I would have a life full of love was a kindness i hadn't experienced and it gave me the strength to come back. You're amazing Andrea, and I wish that you will have a life full of joy and love and I want to help you have that."

He smiled with her face and craddled her in his arms. He let his coils and arms warm up as he rocked her against him, trying to let her feel the warmth and affection she had shown him. He hoped she understood.

 

[Poprockz]

She listened with fondness as he shared his feelings with her, their afterglow carrying her feelings of affection for him. And when he kissed her, her eyes remained closed to better taste him on her tongue and feel the heat of his lips. It started to become apparent though that he was shifting forms, likely to a more feminine one from what she was feeling. It was a bit curious to her seeing as he had said he identified more as a man, but perhaps he liked to express his feminine side sometimes.

Her lips were in a gentle smile as he described his aspirations; for a moment she was able to get a better idea of how he saw her in his head.

And then she made the mistake of looking up into his face.

What she saw made a shiver go down her entire body. He was… her. His body was still the signature black it always was, but it was impossible to deny that he had taken on her form. While some might find it cool, flattering, or even strange to see themselves as a shadow, all she felt in that moment was cold terror. It was as though dread had seized control of her body, and she found her chest tightening, her breath becoming shallow, and a strange sensation going through her.

Something primal took hold of her and her gut reaction was to shove herself away from him, thrashing and wiggling her way out from between his coils. She managed to do so, falling off the bed in the process before scrambling to her feet and backing up a few steps.

She couldn’t continue to look at him so she turned away. Her body was shaking hard as every fiber of her being was screaming at her to flee. It was confusing- why did she feel such a visceral reaction to this? Accompanying her confusion was her guilt and embarrassment. They had just shared such a tender and intimate moment, and now she was having some sort of mental breakdown.

“Please change into something else! Anything else! I'm sorry, I can’t-“

That unfamiliar sensation… It felt like something was crawling in her skin. He was in her veins, slithering around her spine and nerves, taking her over. Her face felt cold and a trembling hand came up to her face to touch her cheek. It still felt like her own skin, not a mask of darkness that chilled her skin like the darkest night of winter.

It was at this point she realized that she was having flashbacks to when he was angry and dying, though the underlying trauma was hard to ascertain. Was it that she felt violated by the unwanted intrusion into her body, or was it more the expectation of nerve-shattering pain that had accompanied the takeover? Perhaps it was both. Right now she didn’t have the mental faculties to dive into that too deeply.

Andrea willed herself to calm down but it was futile. Andrea was hyperventilating in her panic so she leaned against her dresser's counter top with her stomach at the edge and her hands on the edges. She was dizzy and nauseous at the same time, waves of sickness rising in her core with each surge of panic.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta was in shock at Andrea's reaction but he immediately obeyed. His winged form was too big for the bedroom and he was panicking too much to make any adjustments on the fly, instead he thought of the last form that Andrea had been comfortable with-no, that had been the bed and he wanted to move over to her. The clothes she had gotten him were in an entirely different room. In his panicked state, he turned into a mass of tentacles, like the one he had become when they were painting, a happy memory that felt so isolated from the horror Vanta was now witnessing as Andrea panicked and clung onto the counter. The last time he had taken this form, Andrea had been on top of him and in control, maybe taking a more submissive form would make her happier?

"Andrea, I changed, I changed, it's okay!" He cried out as he rolled his mass off of bed and onto the floor near the dresser. While Vanta was panicking, it actually gave him more control over his tentacles, which were so petrified from worry that it took active effort from Vanta to move any of them towards Andrea. He slowly let two of the thicker tentacles raise up and stroke her back, trying to sooth her, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry," He whispered, "I thought if I could make you feel like I did, you'd see how special you are to me. Please, it's okay, it's okay. Please, you're scaring me."

Vanta had never felt so frightened. Even when he thought he was dying, he had not felt truly terrified, but now as he watched his beloved Andrea panic, her chest heaving faster and faster, filling her lungs with the same air she had expelled, he felt despair creeping into him. What if she didn't calm down? What if she passed out..what if she died? It wasn't like he could call 911. He didn't know how to get into her phone and even if he did, he didn't know addresses, only that this was Andrea's home. He tried adding more tentacles to his efforts, running them along her sides. He wanted to grab her, hold her tight, and let her know she was safe but he worried it would only make things worse. If only there was a way to make her calm down, to just get her to relax so they could talk about it in the morning. If only...




...there was a way. And as Vanta felt his very soul fill with despair, whatever block he had put up was pushed away. He thought back to that horrible night where Andrea had attacked him and he had gone too far in return. He wasn't thinking of puppetting her but rather how he could make thin little fibers, so thin they could pierce skin without causing the slightest discomfort, and those fibers could weave their way into a spinal chord...and what if those thin, practically imperceptible fibers delivered some medicine? Just something to help Andrea relax...that was all. Then he could tuck her into bed and they could talk about it in the morning.

"Andrea...please, I'm worried you're going to die. Please, I can help, just stay still and relax." The fibers grew from the tentacles. Impossibly thin yet dexterous. It would be a betrayal of Andrea's trust. He realized that. But what choice did he have? Still, what could he even put on the ends of these fibers?


As he thought that, a memory surfaced.


"Your highness?" A woman in an outfit that did more to accentuate than conceal her body squeaked, "You are already back?"
"Hmmmm...are you surprised? Putting down a revolt is nothing for me," A second figure said from behind Vanta's point of view, "Even when it's a trap set up by the Scythians. Now come, stand on my shadow and embrace me. That is why you waited here in my chambers, is it not? To greet me and allow me to avail myself of your beauty? It surely wasn't because, having given a Scythian general information so he could attack me, you thought to fleece my chambers of valuables...or maybe set a trap for me?"
The woman didn't hesitate. She tossed an odd ball that looked like a dirt clod at Vanta and it exploded into a dazzling white light. She then withdrew her hair pin and tossed it at the speaker who was behind Vanta...only to have an unfazed creature of shadow raise from the floor and engulf her and the poisoned pin. As she screamed out in terror, Vanta grew several fibers and pierced her spine, injecting her with a paralyxzing agent.
"That was an excellent attempt!" The other speaker said between cackles, "And if we hadn't become wed it most certainly would have worked. Let me see her face." She commanded, chuckling as the young woman gasped for air and tried to fight off her growing exhaustion as the substance ran through her bloodstream, "Oh even in your last throes as a human you are gorgeous, aren't you? Before your betrayal I had intended to have you join us in our wedding bed. After all, I need to see how I can have heirs." Vanta could feel the woman's shrug as she finished, "But now I think you'll just be a wedding present for my dear husband. He has quite the appetite for fear you see...and rage, and tears. Once you wake up he'll take his time with you. You won't die. You won't even be in any real pain...but you'll wish you were upon the racks as he drains you of everything that makes you you. It might take days or weeks...maybe even months but he'll make a long meal out of you and then he'll spit up a little doll that looks just as beautiful as you but won't have a single thought in her tiny little brain. Goodbye!"
And Vanta swallowed the woman whole.
Vanta came to and to his horror, the fibers were now slick with the agent. When had that happened?

"Andrea please, please calm down, it's going to be okay. I'm sorry, I'm so sorry!" He cried out, almost as much for himself as it was for her. He wanted to pull the fibers back, but a part of him that he thought was buried was waiting for Andrea to refuse, for her to push away at him so he could force her to be calm...and if Vanta did that, would he be able to stop himself in the future?, "I'm so sorry Andrea, I'm so sorry."

 

[Poprockz]

She could hear him apologizing, practically begging her to calm down. There was unmistakable fear in his voice and he was probably shocked and concerned about what was happening. Andrea wished she could explain what was going on, but the ability to speak coherently wasn't hers to command at the moment. Her mind was stuck in the fear from the past, her body reacting accordingly.

Why was this happening?! It wasn't as though he had been cruel to her that evening. Quite the opposite. They were finally getting closer and she had to go and ruin it all. Sure what he had done that night had been very scary, but it was in the past- things were different now. Andrea had wanted to bury that night in the deepest recesses of her mind, never to torment her again. It was baffling to her how suddenly it had shot to the surface with the right trigger.

'Just concentrate... ground yourself in the moment. You're in the present. You're safe.' These were the words she said to herself in her mind, closing her eyes and struggling against the panic that was about as manageable as a wildfire on a dry summer’s day. And then a tentacle made contact with her back and she suffered a particularly violent shudder as one rubbed against her spine. It was almost as though she could feel it spreading coldly down her back again; her body remembered standing there naked and defenseless as clumsy appendages rubbed at her skin, that cold and vengeful voice promising her suffering without death.

“Stop... Need… Space…” The woman managed to say between breaths, trying to make it clear that touching her was not going to be helpful. Normally she would have welcomed such soothing movements, but right now it was only making it worse.

Andrea continued to hyperventilate, gasping as her eyes leaked with tears of stress. She needed to calm down. She needed to calm down. How could she calm down?!

There was a paper bag on her desk! The one she got from the hardware store with some of the paint swatches!

"I need... bag..."

She stumbled over to the desk and haphazardly dumped out the bag's contents before crumpling it up and putting the bag's entrance to her mouth. It inflated and deflated as she breathed, and she started to feel it helping. The woman put her back against the wall and slid down to a sitting position, breathing into the bag until her breathing started to slow and the waves of panic started to become fewer. Her pulse became more steady and soon she had broken herself out of the frenzy that had seized her. For good measure though, she continued to breathe deeply for a while to wind herself down further, sitting there with her eyes closed, the bag's rhythm sounding more like a normal breathing pattern.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta was frozen in fright as he watched Andrea's chest expand and contract. He felt the fibers expanding out, each laced with the substance that would knock Andrea out. He felt so helpless as he watched her, to the point he felt panic spreading throughout him. He hated this feeling. He hated that he couldn't control it and as he thought that the fibers in his tentacles grew stronger...and for the briefest of moments he even despised Andrea. Her fear, an emotion he had once savored, was now making him feel pure terror and it was awful. Even though he knew Andrea was the one he needed to be concerned about, that intrusive thought filled him and practically demanded that he just inject her and make her pass out, for him to regain control of himself. The thought made him sick yet based on the ends of the fibers, it was one he could tell a part of him wanted to act on.

Then, mercifully, Andrea finally spoke and while her words made Vanta retreat, they at least gave some sign that she wasn't completely gone. The words finally gave him the strength to pull his tentacles back to him and retract the fibers and their toxin deep within him. Vanta then watched as she sought out a bag and and began to breath in and out with it, regulating her breath.

...and all Vanta could do was watch. His words had no effect, his touch only seemed to make things worse, and he had been the very cause of Andrea's panic, even if he wasn't quite sure of how. A paper bag had done more than he could have with all of his powers. A piece of trash had done more for Andrea than he did. Vanta wanted to shrink away. He wanted to melt back into the shadows and disappear but instead, he stayed still, waiting to make sure Andrea was okay and to hear what she had to say, fully expecting her to lash out at him for making her so afraid.

 

[Poprockz]

At some point she didn’t need the bag anymore, so she set it down and sighed, finally feeling like she was had gotten off whatever ride she was on. It had probably been very distressing for him to have to witness that, and she wasn’t sure how to address it. It had come out of nowhere for both of them, but she didn’t want him to live in constant fear that it might happen again at any time.

She crawled across the floor until she could sit next to him, her back against the foot of the bed. Her knees were drawn up and she reached over for one of his tentacles, pulling it to her so she could gently stroke it.

"I'm sorry..." She finally spoke, looking at him apologetically. "That must have been really scary. You were being so sweet, and I want you to know that you didn't do anything wrong. I-" Her lips pressed together into a thin line and she looked down, trying to find a way to word what she wanted to say.

"You know how people can find themselves hurt in everyday life? Like having something fall onto your foot, or falling off a bicycle and cutting your leg? That can happen to people's minds too in a way. You can get... metaphorical wounds that, if properly treated, heal well and leave less scarring. When they're fresh, they can be reopened sometimes if you're not careful. And... sometimes you don't know what will open that wound, especially if it's large or deep.”

She avoided his eyes, instead focusing on the tentacle she held atop her knees. If she was being honest, it was mostly because she didn’t want him to ask questions about what the wound was, because she would either have to admit that the night he died had more of an impact than she let on (even to herself), or she would have to lie. Lying to him… she didn’t want to do that, but she also didn’t want to hurt him in the way she knew he would be if he knew the source of her panic.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta accepted Andrea's strokes upon his tentacles and listened, both to what she said...and what she didn't. Trauma wasn't alien to Vanta, though he still wasn't able to understand it, even if he was a walking landmine of it. Vanta listened to Andrea and his eyes nodded along with her explanation. While he knew he was not the only source of Andrea's emotional wounds, he was certainly the cause of the freshest one...and now he had reopened it. But if Andrea wasn't going to bring that up at this time, neither would he. There would be time enough for that later, along with the discussion of what he almost did to her.

Instead, he tentatively extended several more tendrils to wrap around Andrea's hand to clasp it affectionately, "Andrea, you have nothing to apologize for. Your wounds and how you react to them are not your fault. If anything, I should still be apologizing," Vanta thought to himself, though he restrained himself as he knew Andrea wouldn't want to hear that, "You are a very caring person to worry about me and it's what I love about you but all I want to know is, is there anything I can do to help?"

His multitude of eyes looked up at her, "I know it's going to take time to make things right and for us to learn what can open those wounds but I want to know if there's anything I can do to help you when they are opened."

He finally dared to extend one more tentacle to brush her cheek, "I want to be here for you because I love you."

He hoped she believed him. He loved her of course. Every second he felt renewed love for Andrea, but right now, he mostly wanted her to tell him how to help her because he wanted to try and heal the damage he had caused but he worried that if he let Andrea knew that she would feel guilty.

 

[Poprockz]

Admittedly, she supposed that it wasn't her fault, but she still felt a bit bad about it. Her therapist liked to say that "she wasn't responsible for others' feelings," but she struggled with that sort of sentiment. Where was the line between being caring and considerate, and being unnecessarily responsible for another's reactions? Those sorts of distinctions were difficult to grasp.

Still. His words were very sweet, clearly conveying his care for her. She found her shoulders relaxing more as some of her body's lingering tenseness was released. Her cheeks flushed slightly and she looked away from, though it was more out of a feeling of shyness than anything. Having wild, passionate sex with him was one thing- hearing another heartfelt profession of love was another.

There was no doubt that he did indeed love her, as he'd made himself abundantly clear. What would happen if she started reciprocating those feelings? At the beginning she had been so sure that there was no possibility of her falling for him in a month's time that she hadn't considered what would happen if she actually did. Would they actually marry, and what did that actually entail? He had given her a brief, elementary explanation, but that was when he was a more basic version of himself.

Oh, she should probably answer his question, shouldn't she?

"I... don't know if there's much that can be done when I get in a state like that." She started slowly. "Being touched is overstimulating and it was like I didn't have control over my body. When people have panic attacks, I remembered that sometimes breathing into a paper bag helps for whatever reason, but honestly I don't really know what else would help. Maybe that's something I can look up and get back to you on."

Andrea's gaze went from one of his eyes to another, thinking to herself with a flicker of amusement that in some ways it was harder to make eye-contact with so many eyes to choose from. She picked two of them that were more toward the middle. "But for preventing it, I think we've found out that changing into my likeness is triggering for me, so please don't do that when I'm around. Being in a womanly form is fine, but just... not mine." Another thought occurred to her and she added, "and it's probably best not to make your eyes red around me. Not that I think you would anyway, but just to put that out there as something we might avoid for now just in case."

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta continued to listen to what Andrea said in addition to what she didn't. She didn't respond to his declaration of love, but that was nothing new. One positive was that she also wasn't telling him to leave. She was at least okay with him staying there with her, holding her. It gave Vanta some comfort that he at least wasn't causing pain and was possibly offering some comfort to her. He listened to her advice and his multitude of eyes moved up and down in a nodding motion.

"I promise Andrea, my eyes will be crystal clear and I won't ever take your form again...besides, I couldn't even come close to properly capturing your beauty." He said, trying to lighten the mood, "but Andrea, I will do my best for you. Whether it's giving you some space, making sure you have a bag, I will do whatever I can for you."

He rubbed her hand gently, "Andrea, would it be all right if we went to bed? You can chose my form tonight and then starting tomorrow I'll run my forms by you."

 

[Poprockz]

Still a sweet-talker. At least she hadn't scared that side out of him. Not just a sweet-talker, but a genuinely sweet... man? Well, he identified as a man, but was technically a shadow. In any case, he was always trying to help her in one way or another, something no one else could claim. In that way one might say he had the market cornered.

He was given a gentle squeeze of gratitude to the tentacle she still held and a brief but heartfelt, "thank you, Vanta."

"Definitely not your snake form- that'll just get us all riled up again, and I'm pretty sure I'm already at full capacity," she chuckled softly, getting onboard with lightening up the mood. It wasn't wrong in a way, as she had indeed found that form incredibly sexy. However, she would have found the majority of his forms arousing if he tried to initiate with her.

"Any of your forms I've seen before now are fine with me, even if you want to be a simple shadow. As long as they have your green eyes, of course." She reached up and gave him an affectionate stroke downwards between a few of his eyes, akin to one brushing the hair out of one's eyes or stroking the side of their face. "You could even stay as you are now, if you want. This form is fine too."

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta chuckled as she mentioned that his snake form might get them all riled up again. Though a part of him did log away that Andrea found at least one of his forms arousing: something he would keep in mind for when the mood allowed for the two of them to be a bit more adventurous. Surprisingly, despite his probing form and normally boundless lust, he found himself wishing to just go to sleep with her in his arms, or rather, tendrils.

Vanta instinctively made sure every one of his eyes were green as Andrea stroked his eye stalks. Even though he had felt so anxious mere minutes before, a mere touch from Andrea instantly put him at ease. his stalks and tendrils moved to brush against her hand, each one longing to feel her. He considered her words: this form certainly had its benefits and they'd had quite the fun time in this form but despite his almost sympathetic tiredness, this form was easily excitable and the last thing he wanted was to wake up Andrea with some of his more "exploratory" appendages while he was asleep and not in control.

Ultimately, he chose to make a smaller form of his more demonic form rom earlier that day. The tedndrils wove themselves into arms, wings, a torso, legs, a tail, and then finally a head. Vantas eyes stayed open, shining like emeralds as they spun with the weaving tendrils. For a short few seconds, Vanta looked at Andrea through dozens of eyes that slowly blinked out of existence until only the two setting on his face looked down affectionately at Andrea. He took the hand that had been stroking his tendrils in his now full palm and lifted it to his lips so he could deliver her a gentlemanly kiss onto it.

"Let's go with this form then." He shuffled over onto his knees till he was kneeling next to her, "a bit less likely for one of my appendages to get excited in the night and get us "all riled up," Two arms for holding you tight and," He gently picked her up into a bridal carry. it of course wasn't much of a distance, but Vanta wanted to carry her the short hop to the bed, "laying you down to sleep." He gently laid her down, his tail moving around to pull a pillow under her head. He then stroked her face, his eyes beaming down at her, "and finally," he kissed her forehead, "a pair of lips to give you a goodnight kiss."

He pressed his forehead against hers, trying to will every thought of comfort he could manage, every wish for her to find peace, every hope for a gentle night and life he tried to force into her mind. He stroked her shoulder and then looked her in the eyes, his lips now hovering above hers, "I love you Andrea. I know we talked about times where permission is needed and isn't needed, but now I'd like to ask you for permission for a goodnight kiss. I ask because I think I can give you one that will help lull you to a gentle sleep. But it will also let me communicate to you my feelings in a more direct way.

He smiled, trying to communicate that he was fine with a refusal, "but I'd be happy to wrap you in my arms until we both drift off."

 

[Poprockz]

Watching Vanta transform was a fascinating thing. In some ways it felt as though her mind was trying to tell her that it wasn't real, but what her eyes saw could not be denied. Things shouldn't be able to change and shift like that, yet he did such a thing so effortlessly. What would it be like to change forms at will, she wondered. Perhaps it was freeing to be able to fluidly morph, or maybe it was somewhat bothersome to have to reconstruct when choosing a more complicated form like ones that required lungs.

He brought a smile to her lips though when his demonic form kissed her hand, though she couldn't help but feel a tad embarrassed when he picked her up. Her pussy was still full of what he had unloaded earlier, slowly working its way out of her and onto her thighs. There was definitely a wet spot where she had been sitting, and there was a good chance that she might have dripped on part of the bed before he laid her down. Still, she tried to assuage her feelings by reasoning that it all came from him anyway; it was unlikely that Vanta would find it unpleasant since it was just part of him that he had chosen to expel.

The contact of his forehead was nice... an intimate gesture she took great comfort in. His skin was warm, and that warmth was surely solely for her benefit. It felt as though Vanta was always being considerate of her, as though she was the earth and he her moon. How long would it be before she found her tides forever changed by his own pull?

It seemed to her that he was insinuating that his lips would deliver her a kiss so soothing that she would melt into an untroubled slumber. Though she didn't take it in a literal sense, being unaware of that facet of his abilities.

"A goodnight kiss sounds really nice. I would like that," she spoke in a hushed voice. There was no need for volume when they were so close, the distance between them soon to be nonexistent.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta's green eyes peered down at Andrea's face as he awaited her response. He drank in every rapid movement of her eyes, the little bits of sweat at tears that shined like jewels in the small amount of light that leaked into the room, the way her brow furrowed as she thought, which made her ears wiggle in a way that would be imperceptible to anyone but him. It was as though the more time he spent with Andrea, the more he found to appreciate and love about her. Each time he looked at her, he found a new wonder. Every expression she made was like a masterpiece of art. Every unheard sound he got to discover with her was like a new symphony. He felt almost overwhelmed by his infatuation, like a dam fit to burst.

When Andrea gave her consent, Vanta snaked his hands behind her and gently cradled Andrea as he lowered his lips to hers. Despite his torrent of emotions, his kiss was gentle as a lamb and twice as soft. As he slowly deepened his kiss, he felt the parts of himself that had touched her, the facsimile of seed that was still in her, the places where the black spots had fallen off of her...some no longer on her, some robbed of most of his essence, yet there was a remnant, and began to resonant with them slowly letting his feelings pour out. It began with a gentle feeling of contentment, the satisfaction and ease he felt when he was wrapped around her. He did not force Andrea to feel it but rather let it circulate around her like a cool breeze.

His tongue reached out and flicked against the tip of Andrea's, letting a piece of his essence rub between the two flexible muscles, melting it and letting it join their saliva. The essence contained a highly diluted version of the substance he had planned on using before, not enough to even force her to sleep but enough to help her relax as the next wave of emotions wrapped around her.

The next was his infatuation, a wave of wonder, longing, and excitement that wrapped around a pillar of lust. It was intense and hot and practically felt like it might incinerate Vanta as he let it pass out from him, yet again, he still only had it surround her, not consume her, but left it so she could dip in as much as she wished.

He opened his eyes to watch Andrea's reaction. He couldn't keep the kiss going much longer lest he risk literally stealing her breath but he wanted to see how she was taking hte experience before he finally let the last unbridled emotion carry forth and hopefully lead her to a night's sleep.

 

[Poprockz]

It was such a strange phenomenon, feeling his emotions rolling off of him to linger around herself. One might compare it to warming one’s hands at a fire; she could feel the heat coming off of it, but she wasn’t in danger of being burnt or catching flame, nor was he exerting control. It was more akin to suggestion than anything, and thus she didn't feel the need to defend herself against his good intentions.

A soothing comfort settled around her with the weight of warm blanket. It was soft and fluffy like cotton candy, eventually melting into an intangible sweetness with a gentle greeting within their pressed lips. His methods for achieving this level of calm with her wasn't something she wondered about- it simply was. HIs efforts already had her lids feeling heavy, as though opening them might be more trouble than it was worth. Who needed to see anyway? She certainly didn't. Not when she had Vanta whispering sweet nothings that only her lips could hear.

When he moved on, she found herself reaching out to wrap her arms loosely around his neck. Her inclination was to kiss him back, and she decided to go with the flow on this one, not only because she wanted Vanta to know that she was into it, but also because it just felt good to do so.

She didn’t have to feel his lust to know that he longed for her in that way, but the intensity of it still surprised her. This morning they had simply been having fun, while tonight they had indeed shared a night of passion. This sort of passion though… It was like a desperate unquenchable thirst, an almost all-consuming sort of desire. It was possessive, but not in the way that her past relationship had been. With Josh, he had displayed a possessiveness that said that 'she is mine because I'm entitled to her,' whereas Vanta's was more along the lines of 'she's mine because I'll do anything for her.' She wasn't his yet, of course, but with the way things were going she suspected that there was already growth happening underneath the soil in which he had planted the seed of something more.

 

[Brandnewbuddy]

Vanta was thought that once he let his emotions pour out into Andrea, he would be tempted to once again return to feeding off of her emotions and tearing her intent from her. Yet, he not only felt no desire to do so but as Andrea's arms found their way around him and she kissed him back, he wondered why he ever felt he would need to. When he had fed from her fear and emotions, he had thought he was being nourished, but as she embraced him and returned his kiss, he felt a much more enriching feeling...a feeling of wholeness. He felt complete as her lips pressed back into his and a silent sigh rippled through him and sent a shudder that flowed throughout his entire body and through the parts of Andrea he had touched.

This feeling was the last push Vanta needed and, along with another microdose of sleeping agent, he finally unleashed his love. If the other emotions were infernos or tsunamis, this was something just as powerful if not as intense. It started with his appreciation, a mutual warmth that he had shared before but now he laid bare to her. He wanted her to feel and know what her companionship, no matter how brief, had meant to him. How her kindness had made him grow and how he wished to repay it. The warmth grew as he then unleashed his delight and joy. moments of delight, of her gifts, of laughs they shared, flickered as they joined with the warmth and became something more tangible. Then he returned the completeness he felt, which allowed to surround her and soak up the heat of his emotions so that it might give her that enrichment. Then Vanta released the last of his loves: not quite agape as he knew Andrea would hate to be put on a pedestal but one that was similar, it was a wish for Andrea's happiness, for her find even more love and joy than she had brought him even if he wasn't a part of her life in the future and for her to be radiant and loved. This last emotion mixed with the others from the entirety of their kisses and became like the light of the sun: powerful yet comforting, enlightening and enriching all at once.

And with that, Vanta finally drew away and took a breath his gentle green eyes peering into Andrea's expression. He said no words, for what would they do but dilute what his emotions attempted to express? Instead he basked in a different feeling: the joy of loving someone and being with them.