Stanley was feeling a lot more optimistic about his chances of getting the new network up and running in short order. Over the past week, he'd had the electricians in, the server room raised flooring was in, the diesel generator was installed on the roof, the server room racks were being installed right now by a crew of workers, and he had three of the key servers in his office having their software installed.
On the personal side, he'd moved into his new condo and as promised he had furniture. Hand me downs from VRL except for the new bed. There were sheets and towels and he had a housekeeper who let herself in every morning to prepare him breakfast and when he got home there was dinner for him on the table. So far, he'd only caught glimpses of her as she ducked out the door in the morning and at night but he always called out his thanks. She was a tiny thing. Japanese, he thought, with a thing for colored wigs. He swore he'd seen red, pink, green, blue, and violet hair. All of it long, straight, right down to her back. Whatever made her happy! His place didn't have much in it but it was spotless and he was well fed and his clothes were cleaned every day. That seemed a little excessive but he wasn't going to complain.
He missed Paloma. She never returned to work and Camila let him know she had to return to Spain. Her niece Marisa would be coming to take over the position as his executive assistant.
Speaking of Camila, she'd been on edge for the last week and had appeared quite distracted in their update meeting the day before. He was worried about her. Maybe she was worried about Paloma.
He checked on his software installs and saw they'd be busy for the next few hours. He left his office and walked out to let Siobhan know he was going to speak with Camila. He stopped by the server room and the last few racks were going in place. The cable guides arrived and he showed a few of the workers what he wanted done with those with the blue print he'd taped to the glass wall. They nodded in unison and he left them to it.
Camila's assistant Felix announced his arrival and gestured for him to go in. Stanley opened her door and closed it behind him. He walked across the room and took in Camila's exhaustion. His smile slipped away as he got closer. "Please don't take this the wrong way but you look terrible!"
She quirked the corner of her mouth up at his words and raised an eyebrow. "How am I to take that the right way?"
"I just mean you look exhausted! Are you not sleeping? Are you worried about Paloma? She's a smart woman, I'm sure she'll be fine!" Stanley gushed in concern.
Camila leaned back in her chair and sighed with a smile on her face. Stanley really was a sweet young man. She felt a familiar tug and forced it down.
"No, I'm not worried about Paloma. I haven't slept well but worse, I haven't fed since..." she struggled to recall then her eyes widened. "since that night when you were with Paloma at her condo."
He recalled that night very well. "Wait a minute, Succubi feed on sexual energy... oh."
She looked troubled but a little desperate too. "It's ok Stanley, I will try to go out to find a meal tonight."
He saw the doubt in her eyes and realized she was probably going to let this continue and that could be dangerous. While he was uneasy about making the offer, he knew there was something he could do to help. "With all due respect, I think you need to feed now. I- I can help with that." He looked at the windows. "Is there someplace we could go for some privacy."
Camila's eyes flared with hunger. She wanted to say no but the last week of waiting for the damn Fae Council to pounce had prevented her from leaving Marisa's side for any extended periods. She knew they would go to the condo to speak with her. Here Stanley was offering to feed her which, from her last experience, was more than filling. She made the decision. To protect Marisa, she'd do it. She reached to her intercom. "Felix, Stanley and I are not to be disturbed under any circumstances".
"Understood, Ms. Villamor."
She pressed a hidden button under the desk's surface. A click announced the door's deadbolt was set. Another button lowered the curtains and closed them. The privacy rune was active so they had their privacy.
"I'm sorry Stanley. I shouldn't but you're right. I've put off feeding for too long. I'm exhausted and at risk for making poor decisions. This might be one of them." She smiled tiredly.
Steeling himself he began undressing. He knew what she needed and he knew she'd seen him naked before but it was still very uncomfortable taking his clothes off in front of the beautiful woman. Her hungry smile didn't make the task any easier.
As if reading his mind, she explained. "Sorry for smiling but I usually have to hunt for my meals. Rarely do they seek me out and offer to feed me. It's... nice."
To take his mind off the process he kept her talking. "How do you hunt?"
She tilted her head as she watched him unbutton his shirt. "I go to clubs and look for an available man with the right scent."
"I don't imagine you'd have any trouble attracting a man," he said plainly.
She grinned. "You're right, I don't but thank you. The trouble is not every man is suitable for a meal. There has to be the right kind of energy in him. Succubi can scent this. If the man is sick he smells sour. If he's sterile, there's almost no scent. When it's right..." she inhaled deeply and smiled serenely. "It's like spring winds across a mountain meadow."
Stanley paused. "Flowers?"
She shook her head holding her smile. "No Stanley, life!"
"Ahh! Ok, I think I'd better switch to my true self." He stepped to the middle of the room, turned his back on Camila, and closed his eyes. He found the experience visually disturbing. He held the image in his mind and twisted the ring. He heard a gasp and opened his eyes and turned to see Camila staring at him in shock.
"Does that hurt?" she asked quietly.
"Not at all." He shrugged and looked uncomfortable. "Uh, I don't want to repeat what happened to Paloma so we can only do it once. How do you want to do this?" He sounded uncomfortable but his cock was waking up, excited by the prospect.
Camila stood and prowled around the desk. As she got closer she dropped her glamor in a cascade of sparkles. Ruby red lips smiled at him showing her pearly white teeth. Her skin shimmered like wet latex but he knew from touching Paloma, she would feel softer than anything he'd felt before.
Stanley cleared his throat as he looked into her gold eyes. "Why- why the sparkles?"
A distasteful expression passed quickly over her features. "A cruel trick of the Fae who provide for the Hidden Races who need glamor spells. The only Fae glamor spells that don't do that belong to the Fae." She smiled once more. "Let's not talk about that. I have to decide how I want to feed from you! I could take this lovely cock in my mouth and take your load down my throat."
Stanley's cock was throbbing in her grip and he was beginning to pant.
"Or you could take me from behind over my desk. That's a faster way to take the energy," she purred.
"Yes! Let's do that one!" Stanley gasped as he felt his cock reach full erection.
"Mmmm, I like how you think, Stanley. Let me just get you lubed up." Camila sighed as she stepped back and bent at the waist to run her tongue over the thick head of his cock. He moaned and his hips struggled to thrust forward but she had a good grip on the base of his cock. She drooled over him and stroked him until he was good and wet.
Then she spun to rest her arms on the top of her desk and presented him with her ass and wet pussy.
Stanley dipped down and stroked her flushed skin with his tongue roughly. She was delicious and he let his tongue explore her depths as she gasped.
"OH! That's good-" she began then gasped as the head of his cock slapped against her swollen lips. "Fuck! Mmmm, yes! OH FUCK!" she cried out again as Stanley gripped her hips and drove his cock deep into her body.
He pulled out to the head and slammed himself deep once again as Camila gripped the desk's edge. She hadn't expected the strength of his thrusting and struggled to get control over the sex once more. She began to drive her hips back as he pushed forward but he just drove himself harder. Their bodies slammed together, his balls slapping her clit with each stroke. He was relentless and seemed tireless as she felt herself losing control.
"FUCK! FUCK! FUCK! STANLEY! FUCK!" She cried out with each impact and felt herself getting closer. "Cum Stanley! Cum! Oh FUCK! I'M- I-M-"
He sped up and his thrusts were rocking her desk. "I'm there Camila! Cumming!" he growled out between his teeth. He slammed himself deep one last time and rocked her hips against him as he exploded deep within her pussy.
"AAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH!" she cried as her orgasm tore through her. As her pleasure spiked she felt his wild magic splashing into her, her body gobbling up the energy to saturate her being. Her eyes flew wide and she fell silent as everything went white.
When she blinked open her eyes, she was looking up into Sigrid's and Stanley's relieved expressions.
"What happened?" she asked. She realized she was on her couch and her glamor was back in place, an emergency activation since she'd passed out. Stanley was in his Human form too and dressed.
"You passed out so I changed back and called Sigrid. You weren't out for long," he answered, relief in his voice.
"What the Hell! Haven't you been feeding?" Sigrid growled.
Camila stretched on the couch feeling so much better. She felt energized and ready to take on the world. "No, I haven't had time. I'm still waiting for the damn Fae Council to show up!" she barked back then caught Sigrid's warning glance.
"Fae Council? Who's that?" Stanley asked.
"It's nothing to be concerned about Stanley," Sigrid said bluntly.