AN: So this is my first story ever on here, but I've written elsewhere so hopefully this doesn't suck lol but anyways... I hope everyone likes this! Please let me know :)Disclaimer: This is AU. I sadly don't own Glee or their characters. If I did, Brittany and Santana would definitely still be an item :( but whatever we all know Brittana is endgame... This is Rated M for language, violence, and some lady sexy times, but there is a Plot! Enjoy! ;)
Ch. 1 Degausser
Prologue:
Brittany:
My predicament is no laughing matter but the irony of my situation is laughable. All those times I've told my brother that there was no such thing as the supernatural, I go ahead and attract it...
And as I said my situation isn't funny, especially since I'm on the bed exhausted, and she is full of energy now. When I say she, I mean the devil I'm now trapped with; her name is Santana Lopez. I should have known there was something different about her. I should have paid more interest to her because she only likes what she can't have, and now she has me. I used to be a normal average teenager, but now I'm just a food source or play thing for her.
Before I can wallow some more in my self pity, forceful kisses on my neck bring me back to focus on the woman above me, and I know she wants to go for another round.
You're probably thinking something wanky, and your thoughts are correct...
When this cycle first started I could only go one round of raunchy sex with her a day, but she made sure I adapted. She tested me to my limits and now I can have 5 orgasms in one day, without blacking out. You might think thats nothing but for a regular teenage girl its draining, especially since quite literally I'm being drained.
Who would've thought that of all the supernatural beings to actually be true in existence, the one I attract is a succubus.
Lucky me.
Again my inner monologue is rudely interrupted by kisses becoming rougher and are being planted more firmly against my throat. I feel her hands sliding down my body and the memory of the first time I met her, flashes through my mind. It was the last time things were uncomplicated, the last time I was ever normal.
:Flash Back:
She was a new student and she introduced herself to the class as I was dozing off in the back.
"Brittany! YOU WAKE UP THIS INSTANT!", my history teacher screamed at me.
My head shot up and I said the first thing that came to my head, "George Clooney was the first president!".
The class snickered and my teacher shook her head disapprovingly.
"I don't need an answer Ms. Pierce. I need you to show some respect! we have a new student. I will not have you giving this school a bad name, now sit up", she scowled at me.
I rolled my eyes, and eyed the brunette. She was nothing to waste my time for. I mean she was freakishly beautiful, a perfect unicorn in my opinion but who cares… I wasn't a bitch or anything, I was just tired from cheerios practice and I get cranky when I haven't finished a nap. That one flaw I owned was my downfall. I rolled my tired eyes and was about to put my head back down but my teacher gave me the most deadliest stare of all time. I was itching to just put my head down just to see what would happen, but my brain was telling me logically it wouldn't be anything nice so I kept my eyes open, and attention nowhere specific. She didn't say I had to pay attention, just stay up. My teacher went on about who Santana Lopezwas and why she was there. I think I was the only person more interested in how many tiles were on the floor then the brunette. While counting the blocks on the floor, I heard my teacher assigning her to the seat right next to me and I gave an over-exaggerated mock cheer. I mean I'm sorry but I was still peeved for being rudely awakened from my much needed nap. Said reason for my wakefulness waltzed over to the seat next to me, and I spared an annoyed glance. She smiled eerily at me and I cocked my eyebrow in question before turning away. While my teacher droned on about some War; Santana leaned in close to me.
"Can I fuck you senseless", she asked smoothly.
My eyes nearly fell out of their sockets, but my mind reasoned with me that I clearly didn't hear her correctly.
"What did you say ?", I gave her a bewildered stare.
She gave me a smile.
"Can I borrow a pencil ?", she asked again and I had relaxed.
"Oh...um sure", I stated awkwardly but still wary of her.
I reached into my backpack and handed her the pencil; our hands touching briefly, then all of sudden there was flash beneath my eyelids and everything went black.
When I opened my eyes next I realized I was not in the classroom any longer but in a corner naked. My body felt as if it was drugged but after the initial dizziness subsided I stood up confused.
"Where the fuck am I ?", I spoke out loud as the sluggishness began evaporating.
I went to take a step but then there she was. Walking towards me in long strides.
Santana ?
Her lips were curved upwards in a wicked smirk, as she leered at my body.
I shivered and it had nothing to do with being cold.
I mean I'm as modest as an old stripper but the way she eyed me was borderline cannibalistic. So for the first time ever, I felt self-conscious and I covered my chest and crotch with my hands and backed away. Santana seemed to smirk even more deviously as she kept closing the distance, enjoying my attempt at retreat. This game kept on for only seconds before I felt the texture of the wall behind me. My eyes darted everywhere wildly, but there was no doors just a big bed in the center that I didn't notice before. Santana suddenly gripped my neck and I panicked, I lifted my hands to struggle but she used her free hand to pin my hands above my head. Her fingers were soft on my neck and hands, but gripped me like vice, showing the unparalleled difference in strength.
I closed my eyes when I saw her getting closer, I thought I was going to die, but to my surprise she leaned down and kissed me. I was so stunned that I didn't know how to respond. I never kissed a girl, though I thought of it... but here was one strange girl I rarely knew kissing me. I don't know how or when but we ended up on the bed, after making out for a couple minutes I realized struggling was futile and she let me know to. She began kissing me rougher, and her hands were roaming. I forcibly moved my head away, because oxygen became a necessity, and I gasped so air could fill my burning lungs. Its like her clothes evaporated and her skin was on mine, my body betraying me as I felt myself getting wet between my legs.
She kissed my neck and was leaving marks, and before I could protest, her fingers descended down my midriff and penetrated my center. I didn't want it, but I begrudgingly didn't want her to stop for some reason. I was stuck in a love/hate situation. I was breathing hard as she buried her fingers deep inside me then slowly slipped them out, only to push them back in a lazy pattern for a couple minutes. She added two more fingers, then sped up. I gripped her shoulders then scratched down her back, trying to hold onto anything. The bed was creaking loudly as her thrusts got harder and faster. I was a pile of jelly as she kept hitting a spot that sent every nerve ending within me on overload. My vision was blurring as sobbed out a moan.
"Fuck... so close", I groaned.To what I could only wonder…
She thrusted into me one more time, making sure to prod that spot within me deliciously and I exploded. My orgasm swept over me like a fierce tidal wave that I could not control. I screamed Santana's name out so much my voice went raw. I groaned hoarsely as she kept thrusting into my center, milking me for everything I was worth. I blinked back the spots that dotted my vision, and I felt her slip lower down my body. Her tongue licking my damp thighs, licking every drop she could find, then finally diving her mouth onto my core. She sucked my clit softly, but her tongue strokes were hard and deep. I quivered as the pleasure became unbearable, and I was clenching my thighs tightly around her head. Santana sensing my orgasm sucked rougher on my clit and she did a circular motion with her tongue inside me. My eyes rolled back as I fell off the edge again and I grunted loudly, my throat hurt too much to scream. So instead a breathy gasp was released. Santana slipped back up my body and kissed me but I was drained, couldn't move anything, my breathing was ragged, I didn't think I would ever be able to recover, and I felt like apart of me disappeared. She wiped my sweaty forehead, and growled that I was hers. I didn't have the strength to protest anymore so I just laid there, and not even seconds later I was out like a light.