Greetings, it's been some time since I last published on FF. I return to you now with a new piece I've had on the backburner for a while, and finally decided to work on it properly. I've been a passive Darkstalkers fan for many years - 2004, at least, if memory serves. I'm particularly fond of the Aensland sisters, and especially of Lilith; both feature prominently herein, though it may be some time before Morrigan makes her appearance yet - apologies for that, but it is what it is. Please note that this work is rated Mature from the outset, and for good reason.
I cannot promise that updates will be fast, or frequent; anyone who remembers me around these parts knows that's not how I work. At time of initial posting, I offer 3 chapters for your delectation; if you enjoy, you can be sure that more will come, when it's ready. In the meantime, I look forward to any feedback you may wish to offer. Many thanks for your time, I hope you enjoy.

Update 15/09/2022: Significant content added to Ch.2; some content of Ch.2 shifted to Ch.1 to rebalance wordcount.

Regards,

Hydroknight01


DARKSTALKERS: INFINITUM

Prologue

The screens over the studio apartment windows filtered the first rays of morning sun as Lilith stirred, tired but still not quite full from her feed the night before. The body resting against her back was still warm, the skin yet to shrivel; perhaps there still remained a dreg or two of soul to milk from this poor fool...but not just yet. Let him recover some, first; morning sex was always sweet, and it wouldn't hurt, to grant him this small mercy, before she coaxed him to the last crest of his little life. It was a shame, really – this one had prowess, had not only pleased but excited her; he'd shown her a trick or two she hadn't known yet, and she'd revelled in the thrill of a new experience, as any self-respecting succubus should.

Yes, she decided distantly as she yawned and softly pressed closer to his chest, seeking more of his warmth; it'll be a shame to kill this one...he might have more to show me. ...But I'm still hungry...

The firm arm draped over her suddenly stirred, the chest swelled with air against her back and sighed out gently, stirring strands of her lilac hair. She froze, trying not to tense or startle, as she felt pursed lips press gently to the crown of her head and smooch a quiet, affectionate kiss, before the body rolled and the sheets pulled away as he rose, apparently still perfectly fit, to start his day.

"I expect you're hungry still," he mused quietly as he stretched, voice deep and impossibly-strong after the wringer of a night she'd put him through, "You are a Lady of Aensland, after all... Don't get up, unless you want to. I'll make some breakfast."

It was all she could do to lay there, wide-eyed and stunned, as her mind boggled in silent panic.