A/N: The contents of this chapter may not be suitable for all audiences. Please read at your own discretion. (Mildly suggestive, questionable consent, trauma warning)
Alesha felt her mind grow ever-closer to the line she had sensed before, being pulled along against her wishes by whatever mystical ability Flynn was using.
System, Alesha asked urgently in her mind, thinking quickly. Is there a way to make the Korak from my inventory appear directly into my mouth?
[Ooh~] Rogork cooed, sounding eager. [I knew you were smart! In a situation like this, you're still thinking on your feet!]
Stop praising me and just do it if you can!! Both doses! She screamed internally, mind a hair's breadth away from the line. Something about that line terrified her in a way she could not describe -- she had to stay on this side of it at all costs!!
Alesha felt liquid materialize in her mouth and she swallowed. Immediately afterwards, liquid appeared again, at which point she swallowed once more. That should be both of her remaining doses of Korak. What effects would these doses have? Would they provide a way out of this awful situation?
Instead, Alesha felt her mind cross over the line, while a rapidly-dwindling sensation of regret lamented that she hadn't reacted in time.
She dimly noticed something appear nearby, but right now, her attention was entirely focused on two smells: namely, that of the annoyingly handsome male in front of her, and of the delicious meat in the room! She looked fiercely into the red eyes of the half-vampire before her, sensing a challenge from them. They wanted to dominate her! Unacceptable!
Reaching up, she slapped away the hand that had been holding her face close to his, then twisted out of his grip and scampered around the room to the plate of meat. She stuffed the remaining few pieces into her mouth, barely chewing before she swallowed.
Then, she crouched behind the white, furry armchair on that side, hissing like an animal on guard.
Flynn drooped, visibly disappointed. This isn't what he had wanted at all. Why was Alesha behaving like an animal? Sure, it was adorable and endearing, but this isn't what he had been going for. Was this what she was truly like, underneath the timid "human" facade she wore? Somehow, this intrigued him even more.
Maybe I'm too unfamiliar with my abilities as a half-incubus? He thought. Or maybe I'm approaching this the wrong way… I must have been too forceful. I'll go back to what worked earlier.
Changing his strategy, Flynn opened the meat chest and got out another big pile of meat. He hadn't failed to notice that despite how much he'd fed her earlier, Alesha had eagerly gobbled up the remnants of the meat from the plate across the room. This likely meant that she was still hungry enough to be enticed by food.
Peeking at the male from around the chair behind which she was hiding, the newly feral Alesha watched as he placed cut after cut of meat on a large platter. Her mouth watered. She was still suspicious of the dominating gaze he'd given her earlier, and had a remnant of distrust towards him for reasons more complicated than she could process at the moment, but who could resist the allure of such incredible food? Maybe she would forgive him if he presented it to her with enough humility.
The male turned around and stood up, holding the platter of raw meat in one hand and closing the meat chest with the other. "Sorry I scared you, Alesha," he called gently, speaking in submissive tones and approaching slowly. "How about some more prime meat? Just for you," he cooed. He crouched halfway across the room and set down the platter, tapping the floor gently as if to invite her over.
Alesha swished her tail back and forth, cocking her head. She examined the male's face. His expression was suitably demure, lacking the sense of aggressiveness she'd perceived earlier. Instead, he seemed eager to please her. Good.
Alesha stalked over to the platter, staying close to the floor in a shuffling half-crouch. Her claws clicked against the polished wooden floor as she moved.
Wary, she snatched a large steak from the platter and took a bite.
That was when her hesitation fled. As soon as the delectable meat was in her mouth, she quickly began scarfing down the rest. It wasn't long before she'd eaten the rest of the meat -- and, unwittingly, ended up atop Flynn. He had cunningly laid down and arranged several pieces of meat on his chest to lure her over.
Sleepy from eating so much, Alesha's sense of danger was dulled. She no longer felt any measure of distrust towards this male. After all, he had provided her with an excellent offering of food, and he himself was still covered in its scent. And that was if you disregarded his own, intoxicating aroma…
She found herself eating the remnants of the raw meat off his shirt, nibbling the smaller chunks and licking up the juices. Flynn reached up slowly, touching her hair. "Alesha," he whispered, calling her name softly.
Alesha noticed warmth by her face and nuzzled into it, smelling something that made her heat up inside. "Hmm~~" she hummed in satisfaction.
Flynn gently coaxed her using a blend of gentleness and Incubus abilities, taking advantage of her feral state.
That night, he got what he wanted.
And Alesha would never be the same.