The Daily Struggles of an Immortal

by Kurtis Eckstein

  I mean, since I wasn’t directly participating, I didn’t feel like that counted. I had promised her I’d let her drink my blood every day, so I had to do it. And it wasn’t like I could physically stop her from touching herself…or from touching me…

  But I didn’t enjoy it. How could I when she was ripping out my throat? But I also couldn’t stop her from doing it. Her vampiric superpower made her a lot stronger than me, which is why she’d been able to kidnap me so easily in the first place.

  At least she was respectful of my wishes now – sort of. After she had hung up on Lily, agreeing to bring me back in an hour, she promised it was the only time she was going to force herself on me – not literally though. Instead, she sat on me…so I couldn’t breathe…

  Yeah, she was kind of a sadist. And sitting on my face really turned her on.

  When she got there, it was probably the strongest I’d ever seen. Her body was spasming like crazy, and her screaming was excessive, to say the least. As was the cursing. I was glad I wasn’t capable of sleeping, because that was one memory I didn’t want resurfacing in my dreams. Just remembering being underneath her, her thighs squeezing my face…having my mouth covered up…

  Not to mention the way she looked down at me. The passion in her eyes. I honestly wasn’t sure if it would be a nightmare or…well, or something else that made me ashamed to admit.

  But she surprisingly kept that promise. She didn’t make me do anything like that again.

  Granted, she always offered to reward me after she was done, but I declined every time. I knew Lily would be rewarding me soon enough, so passing up on the offer wasn’t that difficult, even if Freya was drop-dead gorgeous.

  But Freya never gave up. She always asked me. And it became ridiculously obvious that she was also trying to groom Lily to get in on the action, but Lily wasn’t having any of that. And while I knew other guys might think I was crazy for not agreeing that ‘more was better,’ I was honestly alright with that. Lily was more than a handful on her own.

  Literally.

  More than two handfuls in fact.

  Nick scoffed in disbelief. “You really went a hundred years without it?”

  I sighed. “Yeah, man, something like that. I don’t feel like doing the math right now.”

  “Huh. Kind of makes me not feel so bad.”

  I eyed Nick suspiciously then. He was super nerdy, despite how strong he was, but I wasn’t stupid. I knew he had a girlfriend. Granted she was super nerdy too – and not the hot nerdy, but the kinda-gross nerdy. Her only attractive feature was her dark skin, but otherwise she was unappealing. “Okay Nick, what in the hell is that supposed to mean? You’ve got a girlfriend.”

  He sighed. “Yeah, but we’ve never gotten past third base.”

  I stared at in him disbelief, suddenly realizing that I’d been to third base with Freya, even if unwillingly. I tried to focus on what he was saying, instead of the recent memory that had been haunting me every day and night for the past few days.

  Nick continued, shrugging. “I don’t know man. She wants me to marry her before she’ll go all the way.”

  I just gawked at him. If he had a girl that wanted to marry him, then he should be hitting that up. It’s not like he had a ton of women stalking him with the way he looked.

  “So, what’s the problem exactly?” I wondered seriously

  “Well…” He hesitated, rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m not sure if I want to tell you. I was kind of hoping you’d be more understanding if you were banging Lily’s friend too.”

  I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. “You’ve got a side-chick Nick?! Are you kidding me?!”

  He shrugged again.

  Damn. I didn’t realize nerdy-Nick was such a player.

  But damn.

  Hearing that bit of information about my friend was like a sucker punch in the gut. Surprisingly, it kind of upset me to find out he was cheating on his girlfriend. Ironic, considering my situation. But I really wasn’t a cheater. I had never once cheated on a girl who I was with, which was saying a lot after over two centuries, even if I hadn’t seriously dated anyone in the last century. This situation with Freya was the closest I had come.

  Which is why it took me a second to realize that Nick wasn’t who I was really upset at.

  Realizing that I’d made it as far with Lily’s friend as Nick had made with his girlfriend caused me to feel horrible. Because it made me feel like I really was cheating, even if I wasn’t consenting to the situation.

  Dammit.

  I wasn’t sure if there was much I could do about my current situation, but I needed to at least put some effort into preventing something like this from happening again. If I had just mentioned to Lily that my immortality needed to be kept a secret, then none of this would have happened. Granted, the two of them had been friends for so long that it probably would have come out eventually, even if I had told her.

  Still, I needed to tell her soon. Like, no later than tonight. Otherwise, the next situation that came up might not turn out so well.

  Lily was still upset about the agreement – after all, it had only been a few days – but she didn’t direct her anger towards me. Oddly enough, she didn’t exactly direct it toward Freya either. It was obvious she was pissed, but she didn’t try to ‘fry her ass’ like she had suggested she would.

  Still, she made it clear she was unhappy about the situation whenever it came up, though she also didn’t dwell on it all the time. In fact, it was easy to forget she was angry sometimes, because she wasn’t pissed about it non-stop.

  Which only made me love her more.

  I was used to women letting their anger dictate everything about them, but Lily could still laugh, joke, and have a normal conversation even when she was angry. I knew it was probably from her being required to control her emotions due to her superpower, but it didn’t stop me from appreciating that aspect about her personality.

  We had quickly settled into a slightly different routine after that fateful day.

  Since I basically lived at Lily’s house now, her place being fire-proof whereas mine was not, we drove back and forth to work together. Lily and I socialized about work as usual on the way home, and we had dinner together shortly afterwards. However, now that Freya was in the picture, I typically headed over to my house to meet up with her before going back to Lily’s place for the night. I lived about twenty minutes away from Lily, so the round trip was about an hour.

  Sex with Lily also got a little more interesting because of the new arrangement. Rather than pushing me away, she drew me in closer. Suddenly, she was all about pleasing me, focusing on what I wanted – as if she wasn’t already fulfilling my every desire already. I suspected she was worried Freya was going to steal me away from her. But, again, I really wasn’t a cheater. And there wasn’t a personal alive who could make me willingly give up Lily.

  I wasn’t sure there was a woman alive who was sexier.

  Well, except Freya, which was a little bit of problem that she was so hot. But I was with Lily first, so she took priority, and always would, as far as I was concerned.

  That night with Freya turned out uneventful as usual. She politely asked me a little about my day and I politely shared. However, I didn’t pry into her life. I didn’t want to know. I was afraid getting to know her more would make me start liking her, and I took emotional cheating just a serious as cheating sexually.

  By the time I got back to Lily’s place, I had already figured out which story I would tell her in order to make my point about not sharing my immortality. I had a ton of examples, but there was one in particular that I figured would hit home for her. Especially since I had basically disappeared for almost two decades.

  I waited until after we had sex to bring it up.

  Unfortunately, her reaction wasn’t what I was expecting.

  “Wait, what?” Lily exclaimed. “You spent seventeen years encased in a statue of Rixsus?! Isn’t that the Panysian god of male fertili
ty?” The orange colors of her irises were shifting wildly like eclipsed suns, which of course meant she was either upset, excited, high amused, or aroused. I couldn’t tell which at the moment.

  I sighed heavily, hoping she was upset on my behalf. I should have known better. I leaned back against the headboard of her massive bed, not wanting to remember the horrible memory. But Lily needed to know why keeping my immortality a secret was so important. I still couldn’t believe I had never told her. I would have thought that after sleeping with her for almost six months, it would have come up.

  But nope. I had been too busy focusing on other things that came up. So, it completely slipped my mind, much to my regret.

  “Yeah,” I admitted, resting my hand on her thigh. She had moved next to me to lean against the headboard too. “It was about a century ago. There was this villain who could create concrete with his body. He found out I was immortal and thought it would be funny to create a living statue.” I sighed again. “Ironically, I was freed when a super-couple were using the statue for their extracurricular activities. Needless to say, they were surprised when I popped out after breaking it.”

  Lily’s eyes were glowing bright orange now, a subtle smirk on her face. Shit, that definitely wasn’t the reaction I was going for. If she was even remotely concerned about my wellbeing, she was doing a terrible job of showing it. “That’s horrible,” she said, soundly completely insincere.

  “Hey, it’s not funny!” I sneered. “I couldn’t breathe for seventeen years! You don’t even know what that’s like!”

  She was immediately apologetic. “I’m sorry. I wish I had known. Then we wouldn’t have to put up with that slut.”

  I glared at her. I didn’t like the situation either, but they had been friends for a really long time. “Calling your friend a slut isn’t very nice,” I chastised.

  Lily immediately crossed her arms over her voluptuous chest and humphed. “I’ll call her what I want! I’m still considering frying her ass.” Her hair lit on fire then as if to illustrate her intention – an automatic manifestation of her sincere annoyance.

  “Come on Lily, calm down. I really don’t feel like being scorched to the bone right now. It was kind of a rough day at work.”

  “What? Because you found out Nick is a man-whore?”

  I shrugged. “I mean, I just never expected him to be the cheating type. He’s got a side-chick on top of his girlfriend who wants to marry him.” And apparently I had side-chick too, even if Freya and I weren’t doing anything sexual anymore. I tried to focus on Nick. “Not to mention it’s so shocking considering how hideous the guy is. I mean come on, the average nerd looks like a male model in comparison.”

  Lily tapped her chin with her finger, the fire on her head having died out. “Maybe it’s because he’s got super-strength. I’m sure that has perks in bed.”

  I glared at her again. “Don’t even go there. I do not want that visual.”

  She made a fake gagging sound as she replied. “Yeah, actually I don’t either.” She then unexpectedly ran her hand along my chest. I thought she was showing me affection until she pinched me, hard, with a glare. “This Freya situation better not turn into you having a side-chick, or else I’ll fry your ass!”

  I smirked at her, despite the guilt in my heart. “Trust me, you’re a handful all on your own.” I then reached up to illustrate what I meant, causing her to grin and lean in for a kiss.

  When our lips touched, it reminded me again why being immortal wasn’t so horrible after all.

  9: When the Plan Backfires

  “Is it really so bad if I sit on your face?” Freya asked me seriously, with her arms crossed over her black leather jacket. We were alone at my place, standing in the hallway leading to my bedroom. She was getting ready to rip my throat out to feed.

  But first, she wanted me to address this issue. She continued. “Lily told me you were once trapped inside a statue for seventeen years. So then, how is me suffocating you for a couple of minutes so horrible?”

  I just stared at her in shock.

  Really, I was more surprised that Lily had told Freya about the statue story, but then realized my girlfriend didn’t know about the face-sitting incident. If anything, Lily probably told her because she thought it was hilarious. After all, they were best friends, even if she was still a little pissed at her.

  I tried to swallow the sudden lump in my throat as I answered. “T-That’s not the point! Lily would kill us both!” I then paused, realizing the irony in my statement. “I mean, she would at least probably dump me.”

  Freya leaned up against the wall with a sigh, her arms still crossed. “She doesn’t have to know silly.” She then flashed me a mischievous grin. “And you realize I’m only humoring you by asking, right? I could do it if I wanted, without your permission.”

  I abruptly took a step back. “Hey now Freya, you promised it was just going to be that one time.” Not that I had agreed to it in the first place. She had me chained to the floor.

  She shrugged, holding up her black nails to examine them. “I may have lied.”

  Shit.

  How was it that every time I tried to fix a problem, I always ended up creating a new one? I forgot to tell Lily to not share my secret, only for it to get me kidnapped by this hot vixen, only for me to tell Lily a story to illustrate the importance of keeping my secret, only for it backfire on me!

  I tried to stay firm. “Freya, do you want to drink my blood or not?”

  She abruptly glared at me, the amusement gone. “Don’t threaten me Sam. I’ll still kidnap you again if I have to, and feed on you fifty times a day like I promised!” She then paused, before adding. “And sit on your face too!”

  I held her crimson gaze for a few seconds, before dropping my head. My tone expressed my defeat. “Are you going to do it before or after you rip out my neck?”

  I refused to look up at her, but I could hear the smirk in her voice. “Good boy!” She replied cheerfully. She then paused as she considered it. “After. Definitely.”

  I sighed, suddenly feeling light-headed. It wasn’t that I was completely opposed to this arrangement, but that was the problem. I was slipping further and further into cheating territory, and I didn’t want to lose Lily. I had honestly never been so in love with someone in my entire two-hundred and nineteen years of existence.

  But the problem was, Freya was right. I couldn’t stop her from doing it, nor could I stop her from kidnapping me again. Which meant, there really was no point in fighting it.

  Freya abruptly walked up to me and began running her fingers through my hair, sending shivers down my spine. She was only about four inches shorter than me, an inch shorter than Lily. The difference was barely noticeable unless they were standing next to each other.

  I closed my eyes to continue not looking at her. “Don’t worry,” she whispered. “It’ll be our little secret, and of course I’ll reward you afterwards if you want.”

  I shook my head. If she was going to get off on me that was one thing, but it would be full-on cheating if I started enjoying myself too. And I definitely wasn’t going to do that to Lily.

  Freya sighed heavily. “Alright then. Have it your way.” She leaned in then, turning her head to rest her lips against my neck.

  I flinched automatically, waiting for the pain. I kept my eyes closed tightly, because even as attractive as she was, I didn’t enjoy watching her mouth reshape. Seeing her jaw widen to a horrifying size and her teeth turn into daggers, just before she bit me, was almost traumatizing. Like a real-life horror movie that I couldn’t run away from.

  So my eyes remained closed as her lips touched me, because I didn’t want to see it again.

  But the pain didn’t come.

  Instead, Freya began gently kissing my neck, occasionally running her lips along my skin.

  I gasped. “What are you doing?!” I exclaimed.

  She pulled away and pouted. “Chill out. I just wanted to show you some affection. I feel ba
d that all I ever do is drink your blood and pleasure myself, and you get nothing in return.” She then glared at me when I grimaced. “It was just a kiss, so stop acting like I’m trying to screw you!”

  “Well, you’re certainly screwing with me!” I snapped. I then winced when I realized the multiple meanings that statement could hold.

  Dammit, this was messed up. Screwed up. Whatever.

  She huffed in annoyance. “You’re impossible!” She then reached her hands up and grabbed the sides of my face. “Fine then! Have it your way! I’ll rip out your throat and suffocate the hell out of you afterwards! Happy?!”

  She didn’t give me time to answer though.

  Her jaw widened, her teeth elongated, all just before she went for my throat with enough force to take a normal person’s head off.

  Damn, I needed to remember never to piss her off again.

  After she was done eating, she dragged me into my bedroom to make good on her promise. Technically, I was going to go willingly since there was no point in struggling, but she was obviously still pissed. Which meant she was rough about it.

  I wasn’t exactly sure why she was so upset, but she didn’t seem like she was in the mood to talk right now.

  She slid off her jacket and then began tearing my clothes off. Which wasn’t even necessary considering what she planned on doing. But nope, apparently humiliating me was a part of the process. Not that I was embarrassed by being naked in front of her, but rather it was more like a show of power. She could do what she wanted, and I was helpless to stop her.

  Which was certainly true.

  She made short work of her clothing too, sliding her shirt and pants off without tearing them, followed quickly by her bra and underwear.

  How nice of her to be considerate of her own clothing.

  Freya shoved me roughly on my bed and climbed on top of me. I just let her do it, keeping my expression impassive. I wasn’t going to hate her for doing this, but I also wasn’t going to make her think I was enjoying it either.

  I laid there like the sex toy I felt like while she got herself off on me. She grabbed fistfuls of my hair and roughly pulled me into her, but her orgasm was different than the last time in her basement. It was probably because she was angry, but she didn’t even seem like she enjoyed it. I mean, I was sure it felt good, but she was silent the whole time. There was no expressive moaning or cursing like usual, like when she got off from touching herself. Just complete silence.