Gym Succubus Part 2

Daring and Downfall

Cass was standing just a little bit away from the bench Lance was on, having yet to notice him. She leaned against the side of a treadmill, a grin on her face as she admired its user. Today’s target was a tall and muscular man with blonde curly hair. Lance noticed, with some annoyance, how Cass was presenting herself to him. She leaned in a way that emphasized her breasts, she stroked the man’s arms, acting impressed, nodding at his every boast...

When Cass had been flirting with Lance she had pulled the same tricks in the beginning. The swaying hips when she knew he was watching, the seductive voice and language… For some reason she stopped acting that way after they left the gym. Probably because she had figured out by then that Lance didn’t need all that much to enthrall.

The more he watched her as he finished his curls the more Lance realized, with not a little bit of jealousy, just how much more effort Cass was putting in to capturing this man. He was clearly dominating whatever conversation they were having, with Cass simply smiling and listening while admiring him. Her body language, to compensate for not speaking so much perhaps, seemed to demand attention. “I’m available and interested in you,” it practically screamed…

It was at this point Lance realized just how irrational he was being. She was a succubus. He knew very well that Cass was going to humor this man’s ego, take him to bed that night, and then devour him like she did him. He was jealous, but he also knew that this man was a victim. And however he felt about him he likely didn’t deserve to go through what Lance had. He remembered the feeling of being stuck in bed, the creaking of his taut muscles at just getting out of bed...

Lance sighed. He couldn’t let that happen.

“I’ll probably never be able to use this gym again after this,” he thought to himself as he walked up to the two of them. 

The fact that he was about to alienate himself from this gym forever…

The fact that he was about to completely embarrass himself in front of not just Cass, but this muscular stranger as well…

And the fact that he was about to interrupt a hungry monster from getting her meal… A monster with magical powers… A monster who knew where he lived...

Lance knew all of this very well. He didn’t stop.

***

Lance approached the two of them. He tapped the treadmill head, catching their attention. Cass’s smile disappeared and her eyes widened when she saw him. Lance gave his widest, phoniest grin.

“Oh my God, Sister Maurice, is that you?” he said, with a heavy southern accent he had perfected for imitating an American uncle of his.


Cass was too stunned to speak. The man lifted an eyebrow at him. Lance continued.

“Sister Maurice? From the South Minister Roland Archfellowship down south? How In-Sane it is to see you here! Remember me? I was the man in the goat helmet last night at the meeting!” Lance said.

“Wh-what?” Cass fumbled. 

“I’m sorry, who are you?” the man said. Lance looked at him and widened his eyes. He offered his hand to the man to shake.

“Hello! Sorry to interrupt, I’m just a friend of Maurice here from church. Maurice, you didn’t tell me you go to the gym, doll!” Lance said. He let his hand dangle in the air for three seconds, knowing it wouldn’t get shaken, then retracted it with a chuckle. The utterly flabbergasted expression on Cass’s face was simply priceless. 

“Maurice? I thought you said your name was-?”

“Oh, yes, right! Cass! Sorry, sorry, I keep mixing up people’s real names and their church titles,” Lance answered before Cass could get a word in. “I’m sorry, Cass. I see you’re trying to rope in a new recruit. I really envy how easy it must be for you to bring in the converts.”

“Converts? What?” Cass said.

“Convert? Are… are you part of a religion or something?” the man said.

“Oh, it’s the religion. We South Minister Rolands are a growing branch. We’re the real deal, government tax exemption and everything with ceremonies, plays, sunday worship, and Cass has been a member since forever. We call her sister Maurice. You get your own true name when you move up the ranks of holy nobility, sixth tier, ministrations approved,” Lance didn’t know where the fuck he was pulling this from.

“I… I see,” the man said, giving both Lance and Cass a look of discomfort. 

Lance winked at Cass, who still hadn’t found her voice but was beginning to look quite vengeful. Lance leaned in closer to the man and muttered, “Watch out, friend. This girl has brought more men to the christ then any image on toast. Well, best of luck to ya both!”

Lance gave an effeminate sort of wave, savored Cass’s utter shock one last time, before turning with his duffle bag on his shoulder and headed for the gym’s exit, not bothering with showering and changing. 

As he made it to the counter, Lance realised that would probably never be able to come back into this gym. After such an embarrassing display he couldn’t risk being seen by that man she had been attempting to seduce. And that wasn’t even considering Cass herself. A succubus, probably furious with him… 

To avoid Cass he would probably have to move out of his friend’s home. He had been staying there for a while now, and it would be impossible to find a place as convenient… He’d have to move in with his aunt out of town and take a forty minute drive every morning to get to work until he could find another place...

Lance wondered if it was worth it. After all of that, surely Cass could still save face and seduce the man nonetheless. One google search would be all it took to realize the South Minister Roland Arch-whatever wasn’t a real church. She would probably just tell him Lance was a jealous ex, or something of the sort. Well, if he didn’t end up saving that man, Lance wouldn’t lose much sleep. He wasn’t a miracle worker, after all.

But damn, if nothing else, seeing Cass so shocked to see Lance up and about, exercising despite what she did to him… Lance had no regrets.

He ran toward the parking lot of his company, up to his car. He got in and turned on the engine. 

He had to head back home to pick up his stuff as soon as possible. If Cass did come looking for him, he would rather be gone. But… Cass didn’t know about Lance’s landlord and housemate, Mark. He had returned from the business trip just two days ago. It would be best to warn him about her…

Lance took out his cell phone. If Cass somehow got to the house before Lance himself did, he could at least warn Mark not to open the door. He’d call him up and tell him Cass was a crazy ex-girlfriend with violent tendencies or something, since Lance doubted he would believe she was a life-sucking succubus.

He called the number. 

“Hello?” Mark’s voice said. 

“Mark? It’s me, Lance! Listen, I know this is sudden, but-!” 

“Lance, why didn’t you tell me about Cass?”

Lance suddenly felt a chill, as though the temperature in his car had suddenly dropped.

“Lance? You damn stud, you didn’t tell me you brought home such a cute gal! I wouldn’t have minded,” Mark continued.

“Oh, is that Lance?” Cass’s voice could be heard in the background. Lance’s grip tightened around his phone. He couldn’t believe what he was hearing. How was this possible? 
“Yeah, it’s him. Lance, she’s over right now! Where are you?”

“Mark… Cass is there right now?” Lance said, his voice a hush.

“Hi Lance~! Tell him to come soon, Mark… Oh! And to bring lunch. I’m hungry...” Cass was saying.

“Lance, if you’re at the gym right now you have to get your ass here right now! If you keep a girl this gorgeous on hold I will lose all of my respect for you!”

“M-Mark...Tell her not to worry… Tell her I’ll be right there...” Lance said. 

“You hit the jackpot, man. She is a beauty, and such a treat!”

“Bye.” 

Lance put away his phone and just stared at the ceiling of his car. If he didn’t go home, who would know what Cass would do to Mark… 

He gathered up his courage, swallowed his urge to drive away, and started the car.

*** *** ***

Lance parked the car in the driveway and ran to the front door. He rapped his fist against the door so hard they hurt.

“Mark? Mark, are you alright?” 

There was no answer, but there were footsteps. Slow, deliberate footsteps. The door opened. Cass leaned against the doorway, welcoming him with a smile.

She wore a V neck t-shirt and jeans, which she had not been wearing just a few minutes ago at the gym.

“How?” Lance said. Cass smiled and simply indicated with one finger for him to come in. He swallowed his fear and did so. With a motion of her hand, the door behind him closed and locked itself. Lance leapt with fright.

“How what? How am I here so soon, or how did I change so quickly?” she said.

“Both. But more importantly, what did you do to Mark?” Lance said, trying to put on a brave face. Cass chuckled and pointed upward at the ceiling.

“He’s fine, dear! I simply put him to sleep with a bit of magic and carried him up to the room,” Cass said, approaching Lance. Lance didn’t dare move as she placed her two hands against his shoulder, gripped his shirt, and pulled him close. She whispered, “I guess we’ll keep things on the sofa this time…”

Lance stepped back, out of her grip. His back hit the door.

“No, no, no, not this time. I’m not consenting to… to that again. You are not worth the exhaustion!” he said.

Cass merely shook her head and approached him again, this time grabbing his wrists and lifting them. She pinned them to the side of his head.

“I know that you think that,” she whispered at him. 

Lance felt her breath against him. Her gorgeous face, piercing eyes. He closed his eyes, desperate not to be mesmerized. He remembered how easily he was pulled into her pace the last time.

“I’m not using any magic this time. I won’t. But you will want me to, soon…” she continued to whisper. She placed her lips on his and gave him a peck. He shuddered, the memories of that night flooding his brain, filling him with such yearning. 

A part of him wondered why he was feeling such dread anyway. Hadn’t he been pathetically jealous earlier when he saw Cass flirting with that other man at the gym? And now that she was here, wanting him instead, why wasn’t he happier?

Because of his goddamn sense of self preservation, the fucking thing. 

“How… how are you here?” he said, his voice barely a whisper.

Cass smiled, taking a step back. “Last night, when you were giggling like a fool and unlocking the front door, I was placing a rune on the front lawn that would let me warp here anytime I like. I can make up to three such runes at a time and I always put one near my latest conquest’s home, just in case he gets any funny ideas. Trying to expose me to the law, trying to get revenge, or just getting in my way for instance.”

She turned to the living room, still looking at him, and winked. She walked toward the sofa and he could not not follow her. He couldn’t pry his eyes from her firm shoulders, down to her swaying hips… He wondered if she had already hooked him with her succubi magics, or whatever it was she did…

“I wasted no more time with that self-obsessed hunk and excused myself to the washrooms. When no one was watching I teleported. I was probably here before you left the gym.”

She leaned against a table next to the window and shut the blinds.

“By the way, why the hell didn’t you mention you have a roommate?” Cass chuckled. She leaned her head against her left shoulder, letting some of her hair dangle in front of her face, unkempt but beautiful nonetheless. She was even more alluring this way. As though the playful woman who had asked him out at the gym a few days ago had been a real person, and not an actress playing a strange game…

I didn’t have to pretend to be someone I wasn’t to lure you away

That was what she had said… but she had still lied… she was still dangerous…

“Hey, Lance? You still with me?” Cass said. Lance tried to keep his head clear.

“Y-you can’t stay here,” Lance mumbled.

“What, you’re going to kick me out? After wrecking my meal plans for tonight?” Cass said.

Lance crossed his arms. Cass giggled.

“Crossing your arms won’t block me access to the only part of you that matters,” she purred, eyes darting down. She laughed when Lance fidgeted. She made a “fondling” motion with the fingers of her right hand, and Lance’s face flushed.

“I won’t sleep with you, Cass! And I don’t want to be your meal again,” Lance said. 

“But you remember, don’t you? The night of pure bliss,” Cass said, taking a step closer. Lance stepped back.

“I also remember the rough week after,” he said.

Cass frowned.

“Yes. It should have been mentally excruciating to even get out of bed…” Cass said. She looked him up and down. Lance tightened his crossed arms and stepped back.

“It was,” Lance said. 

“I had drained all of your delicious vitality, Lance. Your exercise instincts and muscle memory should have been completely erased. Your joints should have felt like they were locked in place. And, eventually, you should have lost all of your precious muscle mass, Lance, and lost the will to ever get it all back. Just like everyone else in town of whom I’ve fucked,” Cass said.

She was walking up to him, looking his body up and down. It looked as though she was analysing, making a decision about what to do with him… Lance found he couldn’t move, no matter terribly his instincts were screaming for him to get away.

“C-Cass, wait… please,” Lance said. Cass took his sweaty right hand and scrutinized his palm and wrist.

“The people I fuck, I take every drop of their vigour, excitement, and pride. They can’t move for a whole day after, sometimes more. They have no urge to work, to fight, to take care of themselves. They eventually regain enough livelihood to live, but they’re never strong enough to get back on their feet. You weren’t an exception, Lance. I thought I left you for dead, metaphorically speaking,” she said. She caressed his side, and Lance couldn’t help but look down at her cleavage. He swallowed and tore his eyes away, but didn’t resist her touching him.

“W-well… I guess you must have made a mistake, then. It was rough, sure, but I healed up fine,” Lance said. He did not know whether it would be advantageous or not for him to say this, but something about the way Cass was eyeing his body told him that she was intrigued by him. The thought was as terrifying as it was exciting.

“Maybe. Or perhaps you’re just… different…”

She smiled, and cupped his cheeks in her hands. Her hands were warm and soft against his autumn chilled face. She looked him right in the eyes, and like that Lance could feel the beginning of the end for himself. Cass was the most beautiful woman he had ever met. Even knowing what he knew now he also knew he would sleep with her tonight. 

“I won’t sleep with you!” he said aloud, trying to defy himself. 

Cass smiled. She was using the barest minimum of her supernatural allure, and yet Lance was obviously, hopelessly under her control. All she had to do was call his bluff. She could turn to the door, declare that she would indeed leave and never see Lance again, and he would fold. He wanted, needed Cass to stay with him. She could even picture him pleading, prostrating himself before her, treating her like his saviour, his goddess. Pathetic and adorable, ripe for the taking...

But Cass didn’t want that. Not with Lance.

Instead, she wrapped her hands around him and pressed herself as close to him as she could with his arms crossed. Lance was too surprised to protest, but kept his arms between them. Cass leaned closer, watching her with half closed eyes. Her bright pupils half hidden behind her squint and locks of red, denying him the gaze that could hold him captive. She leaned firmly against his crotch and stroked up his back with one hand. Her hand went up, behind his head, pressed his close to hers until their foreheads touched. She whispered to him.

“Won’t you?”

Whatever feeble resistance was holding him back evaporated. Lance unclasped his hands and wrapped them around her. Still he refused to kiss her first, but Cass believed that wasn’t his stubbornness, but simply his own sense of respect for women. She was more than willing to make up the difference and kissed him with great passion.

Lance couldn’t think. The consequences be damned, he needed Cass. He needed her, danger and all. Dominating him, seducing him, feeding on him, he was afraid but there was nothing he could do. He was hers, at least for one more night.

Cass ceased kissing and smiled, lowering her body. Lance was befuddled, feeling her hands travel down as she bent lower, until they were right under his ass around his thighs. She swept him right off his feet, lifting him up his eighty kilo body as easily lifting a child.

“Whoa! C-Cass, wait!” he said. 

Ignoring his indignant cries, Cass took him to the sofa where she, none too gently, dropped him on his back. She got atop him. The sight of her atop him, feeling her sit on his thighs and staring up at her, was a sight that had never left his mind and kept him awake each night the past week.

Cass squeezed her chest together between her arms, knowing Lance loved the heart shape it made her cleavage into. His face became flushed red. She giggled.

“Lance… I want to eat you again. Is that okay?” she wiggled her arms and cleavage around, bringing them closer to him as she pronounced the “okay.”

Lance nodded, blushing. He felt as though it was less humiliating, admitting less weakness if he didn’t say anything aloud.

“Lance? I didn’t hear you,” Cass said, coyly.

“...Yes,” Lance said.

“See? I knew you wanted me to stay here,” Cass chuckled. She separated her hands and them at his sides. “Also… this time I’m not just going to take one day from you. I’ll take anywhere from two to three days from your life. You do owe me that, do you understand?” 

Lance nodded. He legitimately did not care anymore. He needed to be eaten again. 

“And one more thing! Just like before… I’m going to eat all of your vitality… Do you understand, Lance? Just like last time…”

Lance swallowed, nervously. For a moment dread filled him. The memory of the sensation of exhaustion mortals weren’t meant to feel… taut muscles, a weight on his chest, like his body was lead… it was almost enough to break the spell. But as Cass moved forward on him, her thighs and ass, wrapped in those tight jeans, pressed against his crotch Lance was no longer willing to contemplate the consequences.

“Please?” Cass said, coylu and uneccessarily as she tickled the side of his neck with her fingers and played with his hair.

“Yes. I want it, Cass… Please eat me again,” Lance whispered.

Cass smiled. She shuffled up to him, rested her hand against the sofa armrest and sealed the bewildered Lance’s arms and shoulders beneath her legs. She unzipped her jeans.

“First, little boy, you’re going to eat me.” 

*** ***

Cass’s jeans lay on the floor next to the gently rocking sofa. Lance groaned, finding it difficult to hold his breath for so long under Cass. Her taste and smell was mesmerizing.

Cass’s grip was unyielding, non negotiable, as steady as steel. Her nude thighs kept Lance’s ears warm as her pussy, which was gently grinding against his mouth and tongue, kept him quiet and busy. Cass gave light groans in a quick pattern, though admittedly it was mostly to give encouragement.

“Slower, dear,” she said, raising herself to give Lance just a moment to catch his breath. Then she plopped back down on him and made him get to work, firmly squeezing her prisoner. “You haven’t done this before, have you? You’re just too impatient…”

Lance, honestly, did not have all that much experience with this kind of thing. Nor did he expect this outcome from his surrender. As soon as he told Cass he wanted her to devour him he had thought (hoped) that she would get straight to feeding off of him. 

But he was discovering a new type of pleasure as she held him tight and forced him to make use of his tongue… Much like before, when she smothered him with her breasts, now she clamped down on him with her thighs and he felt so close to her… She would raise herself up and down, her ass plopping down on him each time. He was completely under Cass’s inescapable control.

“Come on, Lance… Not enjoying your lesson in girlhood? You’re so inexperienced, little padawan…” Cass moaned.

“I’m NOT inexperienced, damn it…” Lance thought. His tongue found the slight knot-like texture on the roof of Cass’s cave and brought his tongue tantalizingly close to it to see her reaction. She squeezed harder, threateningly…

“N-not yet,” Cass said.

Not deterred, Lance circled around the knot. Cass began to ride his face, her light thrusts becoming slightly deeper, each time pressing herself against him firmer and tighter. Lance loved it. He made each circle smaller and smaller, slower and slower…

“Nngh! Lance… I’ll kill you if you ruin me so soon…” Cass said, pressing her crotch against his face with more strength, as though hoping to stop his tongue with her power alone. 

Lance heeded her warning, but didn’t stop circling. Carefully avoiding what he knew to be her most pleasurable spot he continued to tease. Cass groaned and whispered.

“...Fuck, put it closer… Lightly…” she said.

Lance did as he was told, edging closer to the clit, barely touching it with just the tip of his tongue. Cass gave a rough smirk, acknowledging her prisoner’s irritating but charming game. Her grip on the sofa arm tightened, tearing it slightly.

“You damn tease… Harder…”

Lance pressed as much of the flat of his tongue against her clit as he could and, not too roughly, licked it. He felt Cass jolt and worried she would snap his neck, or at least give him a black eye. Her arousal began to cause her to not just release, but squirt some sort of pheromone into Lance’s mouth along with her natural moisture. He could his body responding, getting excited, but frustrated at being pinned down. He wanted to buck her off, but also desperately wanted to finish her off. It was heaven and hell, just as Lance wanted. 

Before Cass began to cum, however, she raised herself and pressed his head down. 

“No,” she said, catching her breath. “No, I changed my mind. Not yet…”

“What do you mean?” Lance said.

She scooted down, and began pulling down Lance’s shorts. Then the underwear. She didn’t react to the sight of his erect penis in any way, which somewhat miffed Lance. However, she was clearly coming down from a near-orgasm experience, so naturally the sight of a penis wouldn’t do much to stimulate her. 

Cass wasted no time, stroke it gently between her two fingers as she spoke. Lance howled with lust.

“I really thought you would suck at licking off a woman, you know… But damn it, you might just have a knack for it. Good enough to make me almost forget what I came for… But I bet I could do you one better,” she said. Lance looked at her. She smiled, and then made her mouth an “O” shape.

“Oh,” was all Lance could bring himself to say before she began sucking him off.

Lance had, admittedly, never had a blowjob with anybody else before. The feeling as he entered her mouth was unfamiliar, but amazing.

Cass herself was no stranger to giving oral at all. She knew her way around somebody’s dick well enough. After all, though everyone may be different in their own way, their dicks were usually all the same. Same weak spots, same pleasure, same tastes…

This was no battle between the two, but Lance still felt he was “losing” as she began to suck. She was pleasuring him thoroughly and so easily. It was as though she was using all of her knowledge and superiority in sex to lord over him. “I am bigger and better than you are, little man,” was the message Lance felt was being exchanged.

It was barely two minutes before her moist tongue and lips brought him close to orgasm, and Cass had to stop.

“Calm down, now. I know it’s disappointing, babe,” she said. As Lance moaned with disappointment, but not surprise, Cass removed her bra and shirt.
One minute later, Lance was flaccid. Cass leaned down, supporting herself with two hands placed around Lance’s head, her face inches from his own.

“... I think I want to use magic now, okay?” she said.

Lance nodded.

Cass smiled, and her eyes began to glow. Hazelnut pupils slowly becoming mesmerizing, as though they were brown crystals and light was shining through. Her smile was everything Lance had been wanting for the last few days and he felt himself about to cry. The last bit of masculinity in him felt shame, but he couldn’t stop himself.

“Please… don’t leave me again…” he begged. Cass shook her head sadly, stroking his face comfortingly.

“Oh dear… never fall in love with a magical creature, precious little man. We’re untameable, like wisps of cool air in the breeze,” she said, smiling. She bent down and kissed the poor boy. “No more games. Let’s fuck.”

Lance nodded.

** *** ***

She brought his flaccid dick to an erect state, but not to the hardest and largest she knew it could get, before inserting him into herself. She chuckled and squeezed with her pussy, the easiest and most pleasing way to make a man erect in her experience, and felt him grow within her. She rocked atop him slowly. They had both been taken close to climax earlier and too much force would end this too early.

Cass looked down at Lance, and how he seemed to stare at her with an irreverent worship, which came naturally with being enchanted by a succubus. It was not an inherently attractive face for him to make, as he also puffed his cheeks and squinted in effort as Cass brought him closer and closer to climax, but it was satisfying to know tight a grip she had on her prey. To him, Cass was probably the most beautiful woman he had ever seen (and at the moment the best woman he’s ever felt as well). 

Cass thought back, however, to how enamoured he seemed to be with her even without her magic...  But such thoughts would benefit neither of the two. 

Cass began to grunt and moan with pleasure. She humped him harder and harder, until she was absolutely ferocious. 

“Are you ready, Lance? Ready to surrender your precious lifespan to me?” she called out.
Without waiting for an answer, as she could feel both of them about to cum and climax and there was nothing Lance could do anyway, she thrust hard, “squeezing” his organ one more time.

Cass felt him cum, and she came just a little after. A loud, sensuous simultaneous orgasm, shared between a powerful monster and a poor little man who’s bitten more than he could chew. And it was fantastic for Cass, as she knew it was for him. 

And right as Lance’s orgasm was dying down, she fed. Once again, Lance felt as though his orgasm was extended and he lost control. He groaned and bucked, held down by Cass’s indomitable strength, and felt his body relinquish more than just cum. Cass bit her bottom lip, smiling down as she fed on his surrendered life and vitality. Yes, she thought. She could develop a taste for this man. Probably not legitimately love as he wanted. But she could make something out of him for a while…

When the prolonged orgasm ended and Cass had her fill, she laid down on Lance and rested. Her soft breasts smooshed against his own rather well chiseled pectorals. She wrapped her arms around him, embracing him. Lance was too drained to even lift his arms to do the same.

“...Poor boy… What kind of idiot messes with a predator’s dinner, eh?” she muttered. 

“I...I couldn’t let you…” Lance tried to reply.

“Couldn’t let me fuck someone else?” Cass chuckled.

“No. That’s not it.”

“Liar.”

Cass pushed herself off him, caressing his chiseled chest again. The results of hard work, a steady work out, and even withstanding her supernatural draining… Lance’s body, less impressive than others she saw, mesmerized her, though she would never admit it. Succubi never admit to playing the mesmerized.

She got up and picked up her clothes. Lance watched, helpless, as she dressed herself. Feeling a familiar sense of longing and dread at her back turned to him, he tried to stand. He couldn’t. His body was, once again, like an unoiled machine. Bones and body made of heavy steel. Cass turned back to him.

“...You’re an interesting man, Lance. I want to experiment with you…” she said.

“What do you mean?” Lance said. Cass tried to think of a way to explain what she was thinking.

“Hmm. Well, you know how if you don’t work out for a long time your muscles go away, but it’s easier to re-gain muscle than it was to build them in the first place? It’s as though the groundwork is still available for you to build from, in a manner of speaking.”

Cass could see wheels turning in his head. He wasn’t stupid, and could probably understand the metaphor.

 “When I eat away your vitality, I’m not necessarily eating away your muscle gains, but rather the groundwork itself. After you lose your muscle from lack of working out you’re back in square one, and your body has forgotten everything about exercise. Having to start from square one, re-learn all of the habits, and proper squat form, and exercises, should be too daunting… too intimidating… you should have despaired… But you didn’t, somehow. You, either through willpower or unbreakable habit, managed to build your vitality back up in mere days...”

Lance pieced together what she was proposing.

“...You think… You think I can keep making more vitality...for you to eat…”

Cass smiled and nodded. Lance groaned. She wanted him to keep toughing it out… to keep torturing himself... to keep experiencing this mental pain and burden…

...But if he did, she would keep fucking him…

Cass suddenly scooped him into her arms, carrying him bridal style. Lance groaned, his face growing red again. Cass giggled.

“Normally I’d just leave you like this for your roommate to find. After all, you did go into this knowing I’m a life-sucking beast this time… But since he’s such a nice guy, I guess it would be too rude of me not to clean up the mess.”

“How generous,” Lance muttered. Cass stuck out her tongue as she brought him up to his room. She placed him atop the sheets, head resting on the pillow. Then she whispered in his ears…

“I’ll be at the same gym… if this all wasn’t a fluke and you really are different from all the other men I’ve slept with… Come and find me. Until then, I’ll be fucking as many other men as I like…”

She winked and walked away, leaving Lance alone on his cold bed.