The Barcelona metro is a complex ecosystem, at rush hour it can be overwhelming, but at that time on a Saturday morning it was still passable, although the lines were full, and it would be difficult to sit down.
After a life as a vampire desiring the blood inside those humans, he was now surrounded by them, he could feel the beating of the surrounding hearts, he could smell their blood, their adrenaline, even better than when he had lived in his original body.
The smell, the physical fluids, who was excited, who was angry or who was sick, it was a whole range of sensations, seeing all the lights, the cell phones, the noises were disconcerting to a certain point it was like being overwhelmed by the senses.
Luckily the modern world did not smell of shit and sweat as it did in the Middle Ages, modern hygiene was saving him from that unpleasant experience of blending in with the crowd.
He had been lucky that Laia had been quite prone to her actions, but corrupting a soul to the point of unleashing its deepest desires would be something more difficult. Much more so if he thought about having to hunt or conquer ten different women or girls.
But Pablo had the physique and the looks on his side, the rest would be the old arts that the vampire had practiced to satiety, other things, due to the new habits, he would have to discover little by little.
As chance would have it, during the line change at Paseo de Gracia, he saw his second victim.
The girl in question must have lived near Pablo's flat, they had met many times on the metro, and the glances she had made clear had a certain interest, and in case there was any doubt when they had met alone the rather shameless girl had tried to mortify the shy Pablo. One smile too many, some hidden gesture with her lips. A flirtation with a shy boy younger than her.
From what Pablo had deduced from those furtive encounters on the metro, the girl must have been a university student, always with a book or a backpack. She had that typical aesthetic of gothic and punk environments that was popular in certain circles in Barcelona. Pale face, black lips, makeup that highlighted her eyes, several piercings in her ears, eyebrows and probably elsewhere.
She was young, and her body was not yet completely covered in tattoos, although one peeked out from the neckline that announced small breasts. The girl was short and thin, she was barely five feet tall, a featherweight compared to a six-foot-six colossus like Pablo.
At the metro stop on the line that would take him home, Pablo saw her sitting at the other end of the platform, he approached her as if he didn't care. Pablo's attitude surprised her, it was the first time the boy had approached her deliberately, he looked at her, and she looked away touching her hair at the same time, those eyes had changed now they seemed to be able to read every corner of her soul.
She was wearing a very short skirt that showed off her beautiful legs with fishnet stockings that reached mid-thigh, and high military boots completed the look. On her back she carried a black backpack, it seemed that the girl was also returning home after a night of partying that had ended the next day.
Pablo knew from the girl's face and smile that the girl had had sex that night. It was easy for an expert to detect the symptoms, the shine of the skin left by sweat, the effect of the released hormones, the slight smell that sex leaves on the body, and the smile of having had a good time.
Her appearance must not have been very different, although luckily Pablo knew how to hide the silly little smile that was left on the inexperienced.
The subway arrived and the door of the car opened, it was full, so much so that a big guy like Pablo had a hard time standing up, while he held on to one of the bars as best he could. The girl entered after him, the only space available was a small space that Pablo had created with the position of his arms and legs, the only problem was that she couldn't hold on to anything.
The girl was so close that the pseudo-vampire could smell her perfectly, he couldn't see her face, but he could notice her slightly accelerated breathing. When the subway took the first curve, the girl who couldn't hold on to anything was about to fall, but Pablo kindly grabbed her by the waist to hold her. It wasn't a rough or unpleasant gesture, it was a courtesy.
They hadn't introduced themselves but deep down it was as if they knew each other, the girl who was with her back turned looked up into Pablo's blue eyes.
"Thanks, there's nowhere to hold on to."
"Don't worry, it's Saturday, and it's packed, if you want I can hold you."
Although she was older and had always been the shameless one of the two, the girl couldn't help but blush a little when she noticed that the big hand of the until then shy boy had remained holding her waist. That boy was being shameless, but she didn't care, she had been planning this approach for a long time, she even fantasized about it.
The next sudden movement of the subway made the girl's sword rest directly on Pablo's torso, it barely reached his pectorals. His hands that weren't held anywhere had to be forced downwards.
Another rocking of the train made the girl's hand brush against the strong boy's leg, but what had she brushed against? The girl hoped that she had accidentally touched the hard muscles of the boy's leg, however the sensation was different... could it be that this giant had everything so big?
There was only one stop after the next for them to reach their destination, the girl did not want to miss the opportunity to know if her sensation was true, discreetly as if looking for a place and balance she moved her left foot outside Pablo's leg, in this way her two small buttocks were with the boy's left leg in between.
Pablo laughed inside at the girl's advances, surely he thought that everything was being very discreet. He did not hesitate to let her do it, and in this way the girl's ass rested directly on his member. The boy did not need to be completely erect for it to be surprising.
The blush rose even more to the girl's face, indeed that was a very large cock. There in the subway the desire, and her even more fueled fantasy, ignited her excitement. She could feel the boy's hand firmly on her waist, and something large pressing between the folds of her skirt… I wish I could have that inside...
She was not an inexperienced girl, she had had many sexual experiences since she was fifteen, but until now that she had turned twenty-one she had never tried anything of that magnitude. Besides, the boy, although he was not her style of aesthetics, he was not a heavy, a goth or dressed in an alternative way, he was undeniably attractive.
The doors of the car opened and they both got off the car, the girl walked forward, she did not know what to do after that. She liked sex, but she was not a nymphomaniac, nor did she want to gain a reputation as a whore, however she wanted to try what she had noticed.
Pablo did not say anything, it was better to let her make a decision, he did not have magic nor could he hypnotize her, he could not seduce her mind by force, he had to play those games, and this girl was a great candidate for that type of corruption that he needed so much.