Fangs, eyes, claws—slashing and sinking into flesh. Several bodies were ripped down and made use of for more than blood.
Women ripped their clothes, rendering them useless, painting themselves with the blood of those in thrall.
Men followed quickly, tearing at jackets, shirts, and pants.
Bending down to feed from whatever veins they could find, women and men were immediately stuffed with erections and fingers, in any and all entrances from those still standing.
Aiko looked around, and he was clearly horrified at our situation. “Oh, Gods, we’re in the wrong place.”
“What?” I clung to him.
This display was horrifying.
“We’re in the center of the room. We have to get to the edge.” His eyes were glowing, but he didn’t seem inclined to give into the madness.
Left as a few of the last ones standing, we were more than noticeable by everyone. Aiko pulled me as close to him as he could manage, winding our way through the undulating and thrusting bodies that were everywhere.
We had to move carefully so no one would notice we weren’t actively engaged in feeding on each other as we walked.
The sacrificial bodies were all down on the floor in a few minutes, being slowly sucked dry. The vampires rocked and moaned and yelled. By the time the last of the bodies hit the floor, the first of the orgasms hit and screamed across the room.
This was… so much. Too much.
I pressed my face into Aiko’s shoulder, even tighter than he held me. We were still not quite to the wall.
I dared to risk a look at him, and I saw a worried look on his face.
He had transformed like all the others in the room—long fangs, red eyes, claws from his hands. His face showed that as much as he had resisted before, he was on the edge of madness now.
The bloodlust slammed us again, like waves on a rock. I felt like I was drowning. The pain it caused him was unfathomable.
A hand shot out of a pile of vampires engaged in bloody sexual games. It gripped my ankle and started to pull me away from Aiko.
I jerked around and found a vampire I didn’t know had crawled out to me. She was plainly planning to drink my blood.
I kicked her face, hard.
The blow hit directly on her nose, cracking it and making it bleed. She started screaming.
Like vultures on a fresh carcass, the other vampires turned on her and made her another sacrifice, pulling her back and away from me at the same time Aiko pulled me away from her.
What kind of psychotic, primitive ritual was this? They were cannibalizing their own kind for more blood. If any one of them got their hands on me, I would be dead.
I could fight off one at a time. But if more came at me, I would need Aiko’s help.
Just as I was starting to panic that we weren’t going to make it to the edge of the room, his back hit the wall. He slid down with me in his arms and pressed his back to the bricks.
“Gods, Aiko, the bloodlust is so thick in here. What do you need me to do?”
“I don’t know.” His voice was a growl. “I’ve always just given in to the blood.”
I could feel the powerful magic in the room and decided to try putting a bubble around us, pushing against it.
The waves slowed a bit and didn’t crash as hard. They still hit, but Aiko’s breathing went from panicked to controlled. His features turned gaunt and sallow, the shadows deepening, despite my effort.
“Are you going to be able to hold on?” I whispered.
Barely managing a shrug, it was all the answer I really needed. He wasn’t going to make it, and I didn’t know how long this perversion would go on.
