Ennoui’s Hunger Part 1
Liza had missed seeing Ennoui. It had been a while, so seeing her slinking through the crowd filled her with deep satisfaction. She knew what she liked and had put an excruciating amount of thought into what drink she’d serve her the next time she sat down at her bar.
She watched her sensuous lips shape the words “surprise me”, and went to the back room where Minnow, one of her oldest Symbiots, lay switching between eating peaches and sticking her tongue into, Boris, another Symbiots’ mouth. It didn’t bother her when her Syms entertained each other. She found that limiting sensual play diminished the quality of the blood. Above all else she wanted her Symbiots happy. It made the blood luscious with a full mouth feel that she just could not get enough of. She wanted that for Ennoui.
“Minnow, hand please,” Liza whispered, kissing the wrist of the hand holding a peach. Minnow extended her hand eyes clouded with lust. Liza bit just deep enough to get a steady stream going and poured it into Ennoui’s glass. When it reached the right amount she kissed Minnow’s wrist again, then dragged her tongue against each of the punctures sealing up the wound. Minnow moaned. Liza kissed the moan back into her mouth.
“Thank you Minns,” she replied dragging her hand across her face, tracing her nose, and the top of her lip. Minnow smiled and turned her attention back to Boris who had been watching the whole thing with amused interest.
She pulled down a bottle of superb whiskey almost as old as herself and some mango blood liqueur that she had prepped using the using another Sym’s blood then mixed the cocktail with obsessive precision. Always with obsessive precision for Ennoui.
It was easy to admit that seeing Ennoui engaged in an eye fucking session with Leo filled her with jealousy and a tad bit of rage. The wonderful thing about being this old was that you developed a wonderful poker face. She moved about distracting herself from the intimate details of their conversation. It took everything in her not to growl at Leo when Ennoui asked for two drinks for the road.
Ennoui’s departure made time creep to a sticky tar-like pace. It was a slower pace than that one time she was trapped and hungry and could smell the blood outside and—
She was supposed to pretend it never happened.
She could feel the weight of the memory building in her chest a a pressure cooker close to exploding. Suddenly the closed space of San was too much. She needed open air. She needed anything but to be here feeling trapped. She tapped one of the server fledglings to step in for her and took to the rooftops. Her body moved like an angry river current across buildings until she found herself sitting with a view directly into Ennoui’s place. From here a normal person wouldn’t be able to hear the moans of pleasure but they echoed in her ear drums a wicked joke thrumming through the air.
She watched as Leo and Ennoui devoured each other all over Ennoui’s condo. She watched Ennoui arch over her balcony in pure bliss and burned with jealousy, desire, and a deep ache wishing to have been the one bringing euphoria to Ennoui. It would be a lie to say that she did not think of pleasuring herself to the view but she chose instead to watch with a deep focus and sear the memory of Ennoui arched in pleasure into her mind.
Before the sun’s rays decided to creep their way across her amber skin she departed. As she rushed back to her place she contemplated all the ways she could end Leo.
Give him poisoned blood.
Stake him in his sleep.
Set him on fire.
Put him in a metal coffin, drop him in the middle of the Pacific Ocean, and let him wither away...
The only thing stopping her was the thought that this was the first person to bring Ennoui pleasure since…. She needed a distraction and she needed it badly. She let the stink of the New York City wash over her as she hurried her way to her house in Bushwick. Her Symbiotes made the place smell divine. If she closed her eyes she could very well have been in the tropics. Their blood sang a song of tropical fruit and lust. In the living room, three of her newbies lay stretched in pleasure. A finger in the mouth, pillow-soft lips on a neck, a nipple, a tongue dragged across a soft stomach. She walked past the three stopping to peck a kiss on a forehead. Minns and Boris were on her mind. She wanted a room smelling of peaches, mangos, and whiskey.
She found them in her room draped across each other and caressed by candlelight. No sunlight penetrated the windows here. She took off her garments and crawled between the two. Boris stirred first and Minns followed shortly after. She grabbed the back of Boris’s head and stuck her tongue into his mouth trying desperately to drown her jealousy with pleasure. Boris moaned, and Minns cast a hand across them both. It did not take long for the three to become a triangle of ecstasy.
Liza enjoyed the occasional vampire lover but she had a special appreciation for the warmth of human ones. She appreciated the way their sweat amplified their sweet scent. She loved being surrounded by their warmth and how the softness of their skin gave way to her steel. Mostly she loved the look of pure bliss on their faces right when they were about to orgasm, and she bit into them sending them right over the edge. There is a special sweetness to blood right before an orgasm. It is something that cannot be explained only experienced. Boris and Minns were two of the most disciplined about their diets and so she drowned in the scents of mangos and peaches as their blood mixed in her mouth, she almost forgot about Ennoui. Almost.
It was well past sunrise now, and she could feel the exhaustion pulling her body down. The fruit-scented sweat and the warmth of her two lovers made resisting almost impossible. She let the rest wash over here hoping, it would be a reprieve from the yearning for Ennoui.
*
In her dream, she was tied up again. To her left was Anisha, and to her right was her sister, Lehama. In her waking life, she could not conjure up an accurate image of Lehama, but in her dreams, Lehama was rendered with an eerie accuracy. She tried to reach out to touch her only to be stopped by the thick rope. Anisha wept in despair as she watched blood trickle slowly from Lehama’s wrist.
“Shhhh. It’s okay, Nisha. It’ll be okay.” she whispers.
“It won’t Liza. It won’t,” Anisha croaks out between choked sobs.
Lehama does not stir, and Liza feels a sharp pain in her stomach. It spreads from there to her extremities. She is a forest fire raging begging for an end. She can smell it now the answer to her burning. She leans desperately reaching to her right for a taste. The hunger is clawing its way through her system—a parasite. She is screeching now on the verge of rabid rage. It is then she hears him outside. He is laughing his ugly wicked fucking laugh. Any other day she would fantasize about slitting his fucking throat but before she knows it she is pleading his name out of desperation. She is pleading his name as a cry for salvation. She is denied an immediate answer so she screams and screams the fire burning its way through her until it is so intense the only answer is delving into the darkness of sleep.
*
Darkness now was a salvation. She extends herself across the bed feeling for Minns and Boris and is delighted to find them both there nude. Three is better than one. It always has been. She turns to her left and drags Minnow’s tiny frame to hers. She buries her face into her neck and inhales pleased to exist in a world so full of such potent and extravagant indulgences. She darts a tongue out to taste the sweet and salty sweat from last night’s on Minnow.
She debates drawing blood but decides against it. In another timeline, her and Minns would share an apartment. They’d probably drink cheap champagne, they’d complain about work, they might even get into fights, and go on shopping trips. In this timeline, this was a trade. Minns was close to getting turned and she’d miss her. The looming absence almost made her sad. It was also probably at fault for heightening her lust for Ennoui.
As she crawled out of bed she thought about the way she hung over the balcony railing last night. She focused on the way Ennoui’s voice bounced across the walls of her condo. She smiled a small smile glad that she had stored the memory in so much detail.
Boris had crawled out of bed and wrapped his thick arms around her neck. He kissed her neck. She buried her face in the crook of his neck and breathed deeply. She let the scent of musk and mango wash over her. Let it clear her mind. It would soon be time to head to San and she was hoping Ennoui would come again tonight. Otherwise, she was terrified she’d find her way to her balcony pleading for an invitation. The closer she got to the club and it’s loud drums the more it started to sound like a good idea.
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Musk and Mango, that'll be the vibe for the my next power ballad.
one and two, they're both great