Chapter 9
Grabbing the wooden panel on the entrance door of the Dal, Bo pressed her other hand on the side of her body as hard as she could. As the warm, sticky blood ran through her cold fingers, a dreadful feeling drowned her.
Bo leaned against the door and inhaled sharply. The cold air ran down her throat, bringing her oxygen, but that wasn't what she needed the most right now. The thing that she needed the most right now, was Chi. Strong Chi that could cure her, rejuvenate her and make her strong again.
Using her entire body weight to push open the door, Bo stumbled into the bar.
The empty bar disappointed her, but she wasn't really that surprised. It was only early afternoon after all.
Bo called Trick's name, but the elder Fae wasn't there. He had left her a note on the counter.
After having briefly grasped the idea that Trick wouldn't be back until very late today, Bo tossed the note aside and let out a frustrated growl.
Swallowing hard while panting, she moved to one of the benches. She collapsed into it, her body shivering hard due to the massive loss of blood. She felt cold, as cold as being sealed in ice, and that scared her.
Taking a few deep breaths to clear her blurred vision, Bo pulled her cellphone out with her trembling fingers. She didn't give it much thought before she dialed Tamsin's number.
And just as she suspected, the blonde didn't pick up. Whether she was busy, or she deliberately tried to dodge her calls, Bo wouldn't know.
Bo sent a message to Tamsin, telling her that she needed her help. As the message sent confirmation displayed on the screen, she suddenly felt her heart racing, so hard that it was about to burst through her ribs. Through her pain and her dizziness, the only thing she could think of was how cold Tamsin had acted last time. She had practically shoved her out of her truck the moment she had finished healing her. After that, they had not talked to, contacted or even seen each other for almost two weeks now.
Like she would respond this time. Bo thought, feeling the despair seizing her heart. She held the cell phone closer, thinking that she should just call a random person to feed, or she might die before anyone even noticed that she was severely injured.
Bo scrolled up and down through her contact list, but she kept stopping on Tamsin's name. Fuck. She thought, as she forced herself to pick someone on the list. She tried to call that person, but her hands trembled so hard that she eventually dropped her phone without making the call.
Bo struggled to prop her body and reached for her phone, but the moment she stretched her body, the excruciating pain forced her to fall back onto the bench. Bo wheezed in pain, her blood running cold when she realized that she started to see black spots. She knew she didn't have much time left. If she couldn't find someone to feed off soon, she would bleed to death.
Bo forced herself to roll on her side, and this simple task drained her. Her arm lolled, and her head dropped onto the bench, when a rush of dizziness hit her.
Fortunately, before she passed out, she heard someone walking into the bar.
"Help..." Bo murmured in a low voice. She wanted to see who it was, but she couldn't move, and even if she could, she wouldn't be able to see that person's face clearly with such a blurred vision. However, her nose seemed to be surprisingly sensitive at this moment for some unknown reasons, and she smelled that person's perfume.
That scent was familiar, so familiar. It was sweet, soft, with a hint of citrus.
She must have smelled for hundreds of times, if not thousands. It had lingered on her pillows. It had danced on her fingertips. It had embraced her, flooded her, and drowned her for countless times.
It was Tamsin's perfume. It was the exact same scent she had smelled every time she nuzzled the Valkyrie's collar bone, nibbled her neck, or kissed her hair. That smell, warm as heaven, intoxicating as hell.
Again Bo's heart suddenly pounded hard against her chest, so hard that it caused her more pain than her bleeding wound. She gasped sharply, almost stopped breathing when she saw a blonde approaching her.
"Tamsin..." Bo murmured, licking her dry lips. A warm feeling filled her heart, before it exploded inside her painfully. Little flickering flames of hope burnt her body, dancing through her veins, blazing every single cell of hers.
"Awww, how hurtful," The blonde said. "I thought you'd at least remember my name after we shared Tamsin in bed."
Bo's heart dropped, so suddenly and so heavily that it froze her blood. She dropped her head back to the bench, and coughed hard. Blood burst through her lips, and spattered over her chest. Although, with her hope crushed like this, the blood didn't really concern her that much.
"Hmmm, looks like you really need some help..." Freyja leaned down after she took a glance at Bo's bloody injury. "Perhaps I could...emmm…give you a hand?"
Bo gave the petite blonde a cold stare as a rush of heat rose from her lower abdomen. That was her hunger, pure lust, and her survival instinct. With that much blood loss, she would lust after a drooling Orc, not to mention someone as hot as Freyja. And she had been with her in bed before. She knew how feisty and spicy the sex would be with her. It was exactly what she needed right now, strong, delicious Chi and hot, meaningless sex.
Sex. That word destroyed Bo's lucid mind like a tornado. She found herself staring at Freyja's moving lips. They were so close, her breath puffing her skin. When she looked at them, she recalled how her orgasms tasted like. They were almost too strong for her to handle.
And then, there was that perfume. The scent that was strangling her heart. It aroused her more than anything, because her hazy mind kept deciphering it as a soft touch from Tamsin's fingers, a sweet kiss from the Valkyrie's lips, or a careless whisper she breathed into her ear.
Bo's Succubus nature took control of her before she fully figured out what exactly she ached for. With her hunger roaring inside her, she grabbed Freyja's collar and yanked her closer, hungrily devouring her lips and sucking her Chi out.
One long, hard pull offered the energy Bo needed, and it cleared her vision. She felt the Chi flow through her veins, bringing strength to her body. She kept taking until the spicy taste choked her and forced her to pull back.
"Like it, huh?" Freyja whispered. She let out a light chuckle, and licked her bottom lip, enjoying the fact that her Chi had overwhelmed Bo for a few seconds. Then she leaned in and pressed her lips on Bo's ear. "And you taste much better when bloody," she breathed.
Bo gasped, trying to decide if she should really allow herself to be physically turned on while feeling irritated and slightly disgusted. It wasn't her dire need for Freyja's Chi that irritated her the most. Nor was the fact that she had no choice because Freyja was the only person available right now.
The thing irked her the most, was that perfume. It clouded her mind, and she kept thinking that it was Tamsin instead of Freyja in front of her. She hated that she craved the Valkyrie so much, especially when Tamsin didn't seem to have any interest in her any more.
And, it also made her wonder why Freyja would have the same perfume on her. Is she just using the same product, or is that Tamsin's perfume lingering on her skin?
That thought burnt Bo's mind, putting her in great agony, but she couldn't help it. She couldn't stop thinking that maybe Freyja and Tamsin had been spending a lot of time together and that was why she was wearing the same perfume. Maybe she was using Tamsin's perfume, or maybe, it was Tamsin's scent on her because they were just that intimate.
It wasn't surprising to Bo, really, since they seemed to be very close, or at least had been extremely close before, like the comment Freyja had made while running the tips of her fingers over a scar on Tamsin's back. That made Bo think not only they had shared some history in bed, but also a lot of time being together, working, living, or maybe even dating. That thought drove a thorn into the softest spot of Bo's heart, hurting her. It hurt so much that that pain exploded on the tips of every finger of hers.
And what hurt Bo more, was that comparing to Freyja, she didn't know much about the Valkyrie's life. She knew nothing about her past, nor did she knew much about her current life. Sure, they had spent a lot of time together, in bed, between the sheets, but they had shared nothing beyond that point. There had been a hint of intimacy, and then it quickly vanished before anything ever happened. They were strangers outside the bed, outside the bedroom. They were nothing but strangers.
That had been the arrangement between them, something they both silently agreed to. A line carefully drawn between her and Tamsin. Friday night fun sex, no strings attached. It had been going well, very well, until her heart accidentally crossed that line.
And then, Tamsin pulled away and grew cold on her, the same time when Freyja came into town. Bo wondered if there was a connection between the two events.
Pinching Bo's cheek playfully, Freyja asked with a soft voice, "anyone has ever told you that it is insulting to drift away during a making out session?"
"This is not a making out session," Bo replied. She freed herself from the blonde's hand, and struggled to pick up her phone.
Tamsin still hadn't replied.
"Expecting someone?" Freyja asked playfully as she read the look on Bo's face.
"None of your damn business," Bo replied impatiently, tossing her phone aside with great frustration.
"It would be, if you kept thinking about this person while you..." Freyja said with her softest voice, her fingers slowly moving down along the length of Bo's arm, "...cum all over my fingers."
Bo shivered, a stream of heat dancing up her spine while the feeling of being annoyed sinking into her stomach. She hated that even though she found Freyja annoying, her words and her touches still turned her on.
She hated that she couldn't control her body or her lust. The curse she bore for being a Succubus.
Sucking in the sweet scent of the perfume for one last time, Bo slammed Freyja to the wall. She crashed their lips together with anger, frustration and pain, and started to feed. Hungrily tucking her hands under the blonde's shirt, Bo nibbled Freyja's neck.
Freyja's moans and brightened aura encouraged Bo, making her hunger go wild. She wedged her leg between the blonde's legs and rubbed it against her core hard. The blonde arched away from the wall, and her aura screamed for some rough, hot sex.
Bo moved her lips down, as she told herself to focus, because a small part of her mind kept drifting away, like it was in denial of its own very needs.
Growling in frustration, Bo spun the blonde around, and forced her to face the wall. She ripped her shirt off her body, before she buried her face against the back of her neck and bit down.
"Like it this way?" Freyja asked as she turned her face to the side.
"Don't talk," Bo replied, her thumbs rubbing the blonde's nipples.
Freyja huffed. "Is it really that hard for you to focus if it's not Tamsin?"
Bo paused, and the blonde turned to face her with a cocky smile on her face.
"Or..." Freyja leaned in and whispered, "...you just need her to be here so you can cum?"
"Shut up," Bo hissed. "And I don't need anyone in particular. I'm a Succubus. All I need is sex." She forced the blonde to turn around again and pressed her against the wall, but Freyja easily broke free and pinned her to the wall instead.
"But, you do want her," Freyja said, her eyes staring at Bo's. Then she lowered her eyes and traced down along Bo's body, her tongue licking her bottom lip. "I bet if it was her instead of me, you'd have her begging for your tongue by now…."
Bo groaned, feeling herself crazily turned on by that thought, and her shiny blue eyes make her mind very much see through for the other woman.
Freyja scoffed, in a soft, flirty way. "Why don't I just make this a little easier for both of us then?" She told Bo.
Bo frowned a little, and tried to figure out what Freyja had meant by that with her hazy, not-so-well-functioning brain. Before she had an idea, she saw the blonde's cheeks sink, her eyes turn black and her voice got dangerously low.
A cold rush ran through Bo's brain, so uncomfortable that she had to clench her teeth tightly.
Freyja's shadowed, skeleton face hovered in front of her. "Tamsin doesn't care if you are injured," Freyja told her with an annoyingly arrogant voice. "She doesn't care about you. She just likes fucking you, because she likes sex and there is a lot of fun in bed with a Succubus."
Bo held her breath, her heart clenching and so were her hands. She tried to fight that despair, but couldn't when the power of doubt was consuming her mind.
"She's not coming," Freyja continued. "If you want to fantasize her, go ahead, but she won't come over."
Bo let out a painful cry, her heart crushed by Freyja's words. The power of doubt destroyed her ability to think logically or to reason, and she started to let what Freyja said to her sink, deeply into her mind.
"Do you want to know where Tamsin is right now?" Freyja asked in a whisper, her lips softly pressing on Bo's neck, the tip of her tongue circling the brunette's flesh.
Bo swallowed hard. If Tamsin sees this. She thought, feeling an embarrassingly strong arousal clenching between her legs. It made her feel so wrong for doing whatever she was doing right now, but with her lucid mind gone and her lust in full control, that little guilt swept her like flames and turned into pleasure. She trembled, moaned, arched, wanting more.
"She's on your couch, sleeping, and I'm fucking you right beside her," Freyja said softly as she turned Bo around and pinned her to the wall. She forced Bo to spread her legs and pulled down her blood drenched pants. Then she ripped Bo's tank top off her, along with her bra. She inhaled the brunette, her eyes intriguingly gazing at her blood streak body and her oozing wound.
Smirking at Bo, Freyja arched her brows and ghosted her palms on the brunette's aching breasts. "If she could just open her eyes..." she whispered to Bo.
Bo groaned painfully, arching her body to rub her hard nipples against the blonde's hands. With Freyja's doubt and her own lust turmoiling in her mind, she had a very hard time to tell the fantasy from the reality. Was she at the Dal, or was she actually at home? Was Tamsin really sleeping on her couch, only inches away from her? Was Freyja really fucking her right in front of the Valkyrie? Bo didn't know. She couldn't know for sure. Vivid images and wild imaginations occupied her mind, making her losing control.
Freyja slid her fingers between Bo's legs. "If Tamsin could just open her eyes," she said as she slowly spreaded Bo's folds and buried her fingers in, "she'd see this…your pussy dripping wet...and with my fingers in it."
Bo whimpered, for that extremely wrong vision, for how hard Freyja's fingers slamming into her. Being pushed higher and higher towards her peak of release, a very small part of her mind trembled at the idea of Tamsin sleeping on her couch. It wasn't because of her lust, not at all. That part of her mind simply got shattered by the idea of having Tamsin resting at her place.
They had spent a lot of nights together, but one of them had always left before the other had fallen asleep, but she'd love to have a fragile Valkyrie sleeping on her couch. She'd love to see a curled up Tamsin burying under the pillows and snuggling to the throws.
"...and she rolls on her back, about to wake up. Her eyes flutter open…" Freyja's whisper pulled Bo back into the sex again.
"Stop..." Bo pleaded, yet that vision sent a massive heat stream down along her body. She thought for a moment she was really seeing those beautiful blue eyes, decorated with lust, jealousy and confusion.
"Shhh..." Freyja cooed, taking Bo's earlobe between her teeth and nibbled it. "She'd be turned on by what she sees, and she'd want to join. She likes to fuck you, remember? She'd push her fingers inside you, and fuck you hard."
Bo grunted, again feeling enraged by the way Freyja talked about Tamsin. She talked about the Valkyrie like she owned her, like she was her play thing, like she had absolute control over her.
And then Bo noticed something. Freyja's every move reminded her of Tamsin. Maybe it was because that they were both blondes. Maybe it was the scent of the perfume. Or maybe it was her deepest longings lurking in her mind, telling her that it was Tamsin, but the way Freyja touched her, the way she nibbled her, the way she thrust into her, just reminded her of Tamsin.
"...I'd place you on top of her while fucking you with a fake cock," Freyja breathed, rubbing Bo's sweet spot in a hard and rough style.
Bo choked, mistaking Freyja from Tamsin again. It was how Tamsin would fuck her, hard and rough, pushing her over the edge in seconds. She moaned, and Tamsin's name lingered on the tip of her tongue, before she forced herself to swallow it back.
Like being able to read Bo's thoughts, Freyja slowed down a little. She curled her fingers and pressed them hard against Bo's tight, clenching flesh. She feathered the brunette's g-spot and enjoyed Bo's angry frustration. "If you are wondering why Tamsin's skills felt similar to mine, I'd be happy to let you know that..." she said to Bo softly, her hot breath burning on Bo's skin. "...I didn't just teach her how to go down on girls. I taught her how to kiss, how to foreplay. I taught her how to fuck. I taught her everything."
That comment enraged Bo, but it also fueled her lust in a strange way. It was like the threesome all over again. The more jealous and angry she felt, the more she got turned on. The idea of wanting Tamsin but unable to have her spiked her hunger and pushed her all the way towards her release.
As Bo moaned in her orgasm, the Valkyrie's name inevitably burst through her lips in a soft, sweet whisper.
"Tamsin...oh Tamsin…" Bo murmured, gasping sharply while clenching around Freyja's fingers. For that very moment she completely forgot who she was with, or where she was, and every bit of her mind solely focused on Tamsin. The scent of the Valkyrie's perfume flooded her mind, paralyzing her, making her breathless.
Bo panted, still contracting around Freyja. The orgasm healed most of her wounds, and gave her enough strength to spin the blonde around and to shove her to the wall.
"My God you are so wet..." Freyja said, her eyes gazing into Bo's. She moved her fingers a little inside Bo, and the brunette moaned. Then she added, "your juice...is all over my hand...I bet it's bloody sweet…."
Bo was about to counter, but the door was slammed open and it interrupted her. And when she realized that it was Tamsin who rushed into the bar, her spine froze.
Tamsin had her phone in her right hand, and her car keys in her other. She paused there, a few feet away from Bo and Freyja, staring at Bo's blood covered body at first. After she made sure that the brunette was no longer bleeding, her gaze unintentionally moved down between Bo's legs. There she saw Freyja's juice coated fingers buried inside Bo.
Tamsin swallowed hard, as she stared at the other two women's entangles limbs, their messy hair and their exposed bodies. She also saw that orgasm flush on Bo's breasts, and her flickering blue eyes. Suddenly she was seized by something she could hardly explain. Something that made her feel both burning and freezing. Something that made her heart throb and her brain stop.
Clenching her muscles hard to stop her fingers from shivering painfully, Tamsin tilted her head and smirked at Bo, "looks like you don't need me after all."
Bo opened her mouth, but couldn't say a word.
And Freyja just chuckled. She slowly pulled her fingers out, before she deliberately rubbed them against Bo's swollen clit, causing the brunette to let out an abrupt moan.
Running her tongue up and down on her soaked fingers while holding Tamsin's gaze, Freyja let out a taunting smile and breathed, "how sweet…."
Tamsin rolled her eyes, and shook her head. She wanted to say something, but how could she possibly form any conversation when she saw that heart shattering guilt in Bo's eyes? She almost made a snarky comment about how unnecessary that guilt was, but with her entire body pulsing in pain, it was already hard enough for her to keep breathing, let alone to talk, to think straight, to reason.
Tamsin sucked her bottom lip as she turned away from Bo. She took a deep breath, and forced herself to say, "well, I'm going back to work. You two have fun."
"Wanna join us?" Freyja suggested.
Tamsin answered her with a huff. "I got a job to do," she said simply.
"Oh, then I'm leaving too," the petite blonde said. She picked up her shirt and put it on as she gave Tamsin a wink. "You know me, not much of a cuddler."
Tamsin shook her head again and headed to the exit. She did hesitate after taking a few steps, and tried to look back at Bo, but immediately told herself that she shouldn't and kept walking.
"Tamsin," Freyja called out. "My jet leaves in two days."
"And?"
"My offers still stands. I'm saving a spot on my team for you," Freyja explained.
Tamsin just shrugged. She eventually couldn't resist the idea of having a last glance at Bo,and so she did. The brunette numbly gazed back, and that look immediately became too painful for Tamsin to bear, so she left.
Freyja chuckled again. Then she gently pinched Bo's cheek and said, "you probably should take a shower, you dirty little Succubus."
Bo slapped her hand away, but the blonde didn't seem to be offended at all. She gave her a flirty wink and left.
Bo pressed her back hard against the wall, and felt herself trembling hard. She felt like she had lost everything, before she even got the chance to truly hold them to her chest. And now, she had nothing but a painful hollow space in her heart.
A/N: Sooo...ooops, no Valkubus smut this chapter, but please don't hate me, Bo and Tamsin both need to go through some serious torture before they can really open up to each other.
This chapter is also to answer the question of "what if Bo's life is in danger but the only person that is available is someone she doesn't like?" and also "as a Succubus, how would she realize that sometimes sex is just sex, but other times it might mean more to her?"
And, I don't think I have said it before, but when I wrote Freyja, I kinda pictured her as Natalie Dormer instead of that Freyja in LG :)