Hello, girls, pets, fans, and the newly initiated,

I’ve been under alot of stress lately, so I’m very sorry this revised version of Daphne’s Chapter 5 took so long to come out.  I can’t believe I wrote this whole chapter in the first person before. Anyway, Chapter 6 will be available on Patreon on Tuesday, March 3rd, and Scott’s Chapter 7 on Wednesday the fourth.  As I’m sure you can guess, Chapter 5 is out publicly today! And At the end of the week, I will be releasing RBF publicly, and No that does not stand for Resting Bitch Face. I know it's a lot all at once!

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Mistaken Identity 

Daphne’s Chapter 5

Daphne could tell from the way she said, 'I don't know,' that Trixie was torn between her male memories and her female desires...  Well, succubus needs that had overcome her. She had offered her a chance to go back for more men, and Daphne started to lead her down the hall, but ultimately changed her mind as she realized it was best off returning to their room to deal with the experience. Also, she had hoped that once they left the hallway and the pheromones were a little less focused that Daphne would be able to think better as well.

 

Trixie sat down and immediately her hand started to stroke her genitals, Daphne wondered for a moment if she was consciously aware of what she was doing. She did not. She made eye contact with Daphne, and her hand pulled away instantly, and then there was an awkward giggle. The human part of her that was aware of impropriety was contrasting well with her succubus exhibitionism... Trixie giggled an apology, how much had she had to drink? She was not drunk, that did not happen to their kind, but she was very happy and giddy. Daphne had fed well near the pool, so parts of her were in need of cleaning, "I'm going to take a shower, we can talk after..."

 

About forty minutes later, Daphne exited and found Beatrix lying down, there was a frown and tears running down her face, "are you okay, Beatrix?"

 

She turned to face Daphne, "I don't know..." And then more tears. "I'm a guy, but I'm a woman, I like women, but I want to fuck men, I'm so confused.". She was turning into a wreck right before Daphne's eyes. Clearly, she had burned through the rest of the alcohol while masturbating.

 

Daphne was still naked, her hair was warm from the blow-dryer, but she put down her bag of bathroom stuff  on the counter and just walked to Beatrix's side, scooted over and lay down with her putting an arm around her. "I'm sorry. You know it's going to be the rest of your life, a very long life if you are careful enough. You knew this, are you upset that you are losing your old self to this? Or that happened so quickly?"

 

Beatrix looked up, "...that it didn't even matter to me when the opportunity came."

 

Daphne held her tighter, "it's okay. You are still who you are. You don't have to leave what you were behind... embrace your new life you will enjoy it if you just go with the flow."

 

Beatrix looked at Daphne with confusion, "easier said than done."

 

"That's why we are going on a cruise tomorrow.  The company that owns a ship is owned by a vampire company, and they built it from the ground up with the intention of helping all sorts of supernatural feeders adjust to their lives without hurting anyone."

 

Beatrix blinked her eyes, "supernatural feeders?"

 

Daphne nodded her head, "yeah vampires feed on blood, we need we feed on men sexually, inccubi feed on women sexually. Leprechauns don't feed on humans at all." Daphne pause to see the look on her face of the word 'leprechauns,' "yes they're real, but they are very few."

 

"On the cruise?" She asked.

 

"as I said, owned and operated by supernaturals, staff by humans who are let in on the secret... To a degree." Daphne did not tell her about how they're usually mind-wiped of the knowledge they learned aboard the ship. "the staff knows and are paid to be our play things, they also offer cruises to humans who don't know, through contests and such as both a way to train us to keep the secret, and to supplement the crew, since there isn't enough staff to keep us all fed all the time."

 

Beatrix had stopped crying, and that was a good thing. "That's so weird and fascinating at the same time..." she said.

 

"Yeah, but I'm sure you will enjoy yourself." Daphne paused as she adjusted to herself, "do you want to just sleep like this? Or do you want to take a shower or bath?"

 

The next day, they drove for about three hours to get to the ship from the hotel, that was not a bad thing. Beatrix seemed to recover a lot of her composure, she was still a bit down, but she was smiling a lot, at the very least definitely thought she was looking forward to the vacation, even if conflicted with the thoughts of what she actually knew she would be there for.

 

They talked a bit about succubi, now that she was one, she probably should know about what it meant and what to expect. Definitely not tell her everything at once... She had mentioned but they got stronger with more frequent sex. If they made it through a couple orgies, a young vampire might get nervous about pissing them off.

 

Beatrix asked if they could feed on vampires, and that answer was a simple no. Although Queens could, but not regular succubi. Beatrix wanted to know more about the Queen's as that was new to her as well, and Daphne told her, they're very rare they took natural leadership roles as they seemed the most beautiful, charismatic and everything they said to regular succubi sounded very good. Beatrix asked if that was like what they had... and Daphne told her honestly that it was not, the Queen's did not directly command with obedience, but when they spoke with authority, other succubi just kind of wanted to, it immediately resonated with the average succubi but they can still refuse. Even if they did not want to.

 

Beatrix asked what happens if they had sex with vampires, it was a very short one-sided conversation... Daphne immediately pulled to the side of the road, looked into Beatrix in the eyes, and said, "unless you are planning to kill one, don't." Daphne continued to look into her eyes trying to focus on the seriousness of the situation, not that she wanted to tell of her own experience... "they are good lovers, they have the stamina to keep up with you for hours unlike any human, but they are territorial as FUCK.  you are not. You cannot feed on them. But they will want you. You fuck a human and they catch a whiff of their scent, their biology screams to kill them to reassert their dominance over your life. They'll try to make you a slave, and they won't even mean to, they may even love you, but they must control you first. So the lesson to learn is, you don't sleep with a vampire if you know what's good for you..." The look on Beatrix's face told Daphne that too much was said, and she immediately knew that there was a bad experience, but Beatrix did not push further and took a moment before they got back on the road.

 

After a few awkward moments, Beatrix asked about incubi and what happens if they sleep together. Daphne laughed, "you don't want to, it's not like anything bad happens, but given how similar our biology's work, if you open that door to sex, neither will stop until you have burn through all your stored up energy and one of you passes out... having a partner Pass from sexual exhaustion is usually a trigger for both of our kind's resume rational thought..." And Beatrix was actually more intrigued with that idea given her body language and facial expression.

 

"What if we have sex with a leprechaun?" Beatrix had actually asked at one point.

 

Daphne simply smiled, gave her a wry smile, and joked, "then clearly you got lucky."

 

Their conversation continued like that until they finally arrived at the cruise ship. When they revealed themselves as supernaturals, they were taken to a special room where they had to watch a video. The general rules were, don't drain anyone to dangerous levels, don't kill anyone. If someone wore a red band with the ship's logo on it, they could be asked to help regarding any of their supernatural needs.

 

They came with very little, the clothes on their backs and a bag of toiletries and makeup. so, the first thing they did was stop at the gift shop and buy a couple dresses and bathing suits. It was clearly priced at a premium, but they had plenty of money, and knew what to expect. Well, Daphne knew what to expect.

 

They spent some time putting their new clothes in the closet and in the drawers of their suite  Daphne did not want to go out without Beatrix this time, she wanted to read her, see how she did, and be there when she fed. They turned on the television and watched the complimentary cable or satellite or whatever they had for a couple hours. Oddly, Daphne's irritation was the commercials, seriously she had dealt with them for six or seven decades, and now three years of streaming and she wanted nothing to do with commercials anymore. Even the funny ones.

 

Eventually they went out to dine, after that started to walk the decks, plenty of eye-candy out there, in fact, there really weren't too many people at all that did not look amazing. That was probably why normal humans couldn't just book a cruise here; management was very selective who was on the boat. Daphne assumed that was not very politically correct, but the cruise was for supernaturals, not humans, even if they had no idea, and when you went to a fancy restaurant, you typically did not order pizza or fries, so it should not have been a surprise that all the humans were the most delicious looking ones.

 

Once they got their view in, they went back to the room, Beatrix took a nap. A few hours later they got up and went out again. Apparently, there was a party on the main deck where there was an indoor concert area. Tonight, they did not have a live band, but they did have a very capable DJ. To Daphne's surprise, Beatrix got out on the floor and started dancing without any prodding from her. Daphne was horny, and she realized she and most likely beatrix as well, were pumping pheromones into the air making the humans all eager and willing. There were staff members here that were human, so there was definitely going to be some feeding.

 

Beatrix and Daphne sat down after about 10 non-stop songs. They recovered quickly and ordered a couple of drinks. That was two for each of them over about 10 minutes. They both got very giggly. They were getting ready to get up for a dance, when a young man in his mid-twenties approached, "hi ladies..." They greeted him in return, noting that his wristband clearly showed him as a paid staff member.  "... So... you two are succubi?" His tone suggested he was reasonably positive.

 

Trixie and Daphne looked at one another, giggled and then looked at him nodding their heads.

 

"Oh good, that could have been awkward. Anyway…  we are trying to organize a little orgy for some of the new stuff. They knew what they were getting into when they boarded the ship, but some of them have never been in an orgy before, and I thought if we could get a succubus to come in, you can have one heck of a meal, and really show the newbies just how hawwwt it could get on the ship." Daphne mentally added, 'and probably keep the old-bies hooked and not want to leave anytime soon.'

 

Truthfully, this was very tempting, and some of that might have been the good mood from the drinks they had. But no. Trixie needed to go slow, and Daphne did not want her to break down again like she had the night before. Daphne quickly thought of a way to politely turn them down when she heard Trixie speak, "I'm down."

 

Daphne's mouth hung open for a second as she looked at her, she tilted her head as if to shrug, smiling and gave Daphne a wink. Daphne look back the young man, "I guess we-” emphasizing the word ‘we’ “-are 'down.'"

 

"Great!"

 

About 20 minutes later they joined a group of 15, 12 men, three women, and now two succubi. Surprisingly, Trixie had one arm linked in a man's arm, and another in one of the other girls’ arms... They were talking and giggling as they walked down the hallway...

 

One of the other girls came up to Daphne, "so... you're a succubus? really?"

 

Daphne giggled, "yeah."

 

"So you feed on sex with you know... What do you do if you're not in the mood?"

 

Daphne snorted a laugh at her, "doesn't happen. The biology always keeps the hormones that make us horny flowing. So even if we're not actively looking, it doesn't take much to trigger us. It's kind of like when you aren't really hungry, and then you see a fresh plate of brownies sitting on the kitchen table do you just ignore it?"

 

"Wow..." She paused, "So... like what did you do like two hundred years ago women were supposed to be all chaste and shit?"

 

Again Daphne laughed, "we were discreet. Cuz if we got caught, they would kill us, burn us and bury our ashes in unconsecrated ground."

 

The young girl looked absolutely horrified, "were you alive back then?"

 

"Yes."

 

"Did that happen to you?" She asked.

 

Letting out yet another snort of laughter she responded, "clearly not, I'm still alive."

 

"Oh right... What do they do to you now if they figure out what you are?"

 

"Often if women find out, they want to keep us away from their boyfriends and husbands, otherwise... They invite us to frat houses or maybe an orgy."

 

This time the girl laughed, since they were in fact on their way to an orgy.

 

They arrived in the small room that had three large beds in it, and very little room to walk, lots of pillows, lots of sheets and blankets, one chair and a small refrigerator. It took moments before small groups of people making out started happening. A couple guys kissing over there, the girl I was talking to making out with a guy over there... Three guys to that one girl over there... and Trixie making out with another woman while a guy was taking her clothes off? That was unexpected.

 

Two guys walked over to me, "excuse me?"

 

"Yes." she answered.

 

"Well we were-"

 

Daphne let out a sigh as she put her hand up cutting him off, "I said 'yes.'that wasn’t a question... Let's fuck." she noted the look of relief on his face as she crossed her hands in front of her torso making their way down to where the Hem of her top was, and pulled it over her head. She reached forward and grabbed the guy in front of her, and pulled him down and closer to her to kiss him. She felt his arms around her as they curved around her back, and the other man behind her as his legs were close to her, his pelvis pressed to her ass and his arms wrapped around her, cupping her breasts. Ooooohhhh.  Daphne had not been to a good orgy in a long time and it was just getting started...

 

Daphne tried her best to keep her eye on Trixie, she was hoping with all the men here that she would be okay, and not drain a single one too much...she looked over at her, she was purely in a make-out session with the girl while the guy behind her head pulled down her panties and start a fuck her... And she was into it. Definitely guessed she had found her way to enjoy this; make out with a girl to satisfy the old male in her, and let herself get fucked from behind to satisfy the woman in her.  Daphne realized she was thinking too much about this, when the guy in front of her grabbed her hair and pulled her head off his cock, and started coming on her face... Shit, she hadn't realized she had even started sucking it... she could feel her skin absorbing the energy from his semen, so she usually swallowed to help with cleanup, but screw it, the ship was equipped for such things. as the man let go of her hair, she turns to the guy fucking her pussy, and spun, and focused a bit more intensely... "Ever fucked a succubus before?"

 

He shook his head 'no.'

 

Daphne smiled and spun and was quickly on her back... she reached up and grabbed him by the neck and pulled him down on top of her without ever letting his dick out of her pussy. "Good, I'm going to practically fuck the skin off your cock." seconds after she said it that didn't sound quite as hot as she had meant it to be, but she tried really hard. she rolled again until he was under her, and she squeezed the muscles that held his cock tightly... very tight, and she moved up and he let out a sound of pleasure that she was sure he had never made before... In down again... Daphne only relented when she thought he was going to come, and she was not ending this until she was good and ready, and that wasn't going to be for a while... Some time later she was ready and felt him release the contents of his balls inside her, she petted him on the head, gave him a kiss on the cheek that made her realize she left his friend’s semen on his cheek... Oh well... she took a look at Trixie, she was on her knees sucking off an entirely different guy now and her new friend was doing the same with another guy right next to her.

 

Daphne looked at the two guys making out in a chair. She walked over... "Guys... Looking for a third?"

 

A couple hours passed before she was entirely satiated. Definitely not going to be too hungry again any time soon, not very often that a succubus took six guys right after another, it does things to them... Nothing like eating too much turkey at Thanksgiving, except without the pain.

 

Daphne realized she was hogging an entire bed to herself, everyone else had been fucked unconscious, all but one of the other girls had left...  And then it was time, Daphne tapped on Trixie's shoulder to wake her up. She looked at her carefully, she was still half impaled on a guy, and she and him were both out cold. For a brief moment Daphne wished that she had brought her camera to tease Beatrix about that later. Eventually Trixie woke up... she complained about not having clothes, as blankets were all over the room including the floor. Daphne told her not to worry about it, and in response Trixie told Daphne about the cum that was still on her face and Daphne tactfully let Trixie know that she did as well...

 

They walked down the hall, and went into one of the complimentary suites for cleaning up and putting on robes. It was more of a locker room, but she used a towel to wipe both of their faces down and then they put on pink robes and made their way back to the suite. They cleaned up a bit more thoroughly and got some real sleep.

 

Later in the day they decided to go enjoy the pool area. Daphne enjoyed laying in the sun even though succubi could not tan, they healed too quickly when they were well-fed. Beatrix went for a swim... A few minutes later, a couple of guys were blocking Daphne's sun, "excuse me?"

 

They turned around to face her, "sorry I di-" his voice cut out as he stared at Daphne. "Uhhh... Sorry did not mean to. I'm Dean and this is Eric."

 

"Hi." Daphne said back at both of them, with a bit of criticism in her voice as if they should have said, 'hello,' or 'good day.'

 

The first guy spoke again, “I'm Dean and this is Eric."

 

She giggled, "you already said that, I'm Daphne." A dark thought crawled into her head and she thought about pawning Dean off on Trixie, that was her grandfather's name after all, and that would so mess with her. They flirted for a few minutes and Daphne enjoyed how the boys tried to outdo one another as if trying to see which one of them would win her over. Truth was, if Trixie was not here, she would have just taken them both, but after several minutes or so of chatting, Trixie was approaching them.

 

Daphne started with "hey Trixie, meet Dean and Eric!" In a split-second her evil prank slipped by and she lost any intention of being that mean, I'm totally keeping being Dean here, but maybe you and Eric would like to tag along?" Eric's body language showed utter defeat at Daphne's words, and he slowly turned around as if he expected to meet her ugly best friend... As he took in Trixie's body, he perked right up.

 

There's a brief moment before Trixie put on a deviant little smile of her own aimed at Daphne, and then looked at Eric with a more innocent smile, "I don't know, I'm so very wet right now."

 

Despite her double entendre, she played as if she was being literal and Daphne spoke, "Eric why don't you bring your date a towel and be a gentleman?" And amusingly, she caught out of the corner of her eye as Dean seemed regretful that he had 'won' Daphne... Guess either preferred blondes or bigger breasts... and even more amusingly, the thought crossed Daphne's mind that if she were still human that look might have hurt her.  But in all honesty, Daphne knew based on appearance alone, she was the kind of woman you would be proud to take home to Mom and Dad, Beatrix was the kind of date you showed off to your friends.

 

They ended up having a quick date, no food, but they played some indoor mini golf... That was kind of crazy as you would not think the ball would stay still on a ship at all, but it did. They made dirty jokes about handling a shaft and playing with the balls in the turf. The men enjoyed the hell out of the girls. Then they made their way to a jacuzzi, and socialized a bit before they started making out. They did not have sex, as even with their super-sex bodies, having sex in a Jacuzzi was not good for their natural lubrication. Finally, Daphne announced that they were going back to their room and suggested to Trixie that she go back to Eric's room...

 

Much to Daphne's dismay, Dean was trying to show off what a gentleman he was, and took the long way around trying to show off that he was not the kind of guy that rushes... Well fuck... She still carried on with a smile on her face, Trixie was probably getting lucky as they spoke... But she played the interested girl. And it took them over an hour before they got back to their room. Daphne pressed the key card to the door, and it clicked and she pushed in with his arms around hers as they kissed and she felt his hands on her breasts. 'Oh, if humans were actual food, I'd be a fat girl before the cruise was over' she thought to herself.

 

"What the hell?" She heard Dean exclaim...

 

Daphne looked confused, "what?" and then she saw her from her peripheral vision, there is someone right there in the corner. He lifted the other bed up and tried to drop it on top of them, mattress first, so she guessed he wasn't trying to kill them, just pin them.

 

The man's voice was all the effeminate for the tone of his voice, but it had a growl the same time, "and which one are you?"

 

"Don't worry about that," Daphne said as she rushed him.  She heard Dean scurry to the corner, he was clearly unsure of what to make of her superhuman speed and strength as the place ripped itself apart under their struggle. He seemed surprised that Daphne was as fast or as strong as she was, but hell, she been having sex with a ton of people for weeks adding to her strength in preparation for making Trixie, even if she had no idea who she was going to be at the time. All the extra sex had put her on par with his speed and strength. Not to mention what she had in the past twenty four hours including the orgy... And then the slap on her wrist, and Daphne's body just went limp and fell to the floor.

 

Even though she was paralyzed, Daphne sardine straight ahead, but he was ignored as the man went through the closet and drawers looking for something. Some time passed and then she heard, "is she dead?" from Dean.

 

The man looked at him, "no... Just paralyzed until the wristband comes off."

 

"What the hell? How does a wristband do that?"

 

The response was subtle, the man stopped picking through the room, "you must have won your trip here, is that right?"

 

"Yeah... But..." Dean was spooked and started to protest.

 

"Look into my eyes," the room turned a shade of red... And though Daphne could not see directly, she knew his eyes were glowing read as his will forced itself upon Dean’s… "Forget about the girl, forget everything about her... You are on a nice walk along the ship, go back to your room." Dean simply nodded, stood up, and walked out of the suite.

 

The man opened a duffel bag that was sitting out on the deck, he had planned this, Daphne was pissed that she had not seen it before. She was too caught up in trying to get laid... Teach her to let a set of balls distract her... Well, hopefully she will live long enough to learn from this lesson.

 

Then she realized he wasn't taking something out of the bag, he was transforming it into a bigger bag something I look more like a body bag. And then he picked her up, and placed her inside the bag, zipped it up, and then Daphne was pretty sure she was over his shoulder.

 

She was still paralyzed, and she had no point of reference for time, but it took them more than a few minutes to get to wherever he was taking her.

 

Daphne's heard the effeminate voice as they walked in, "she's strong, definitely not human."

 

There was a harsh voice that responded to him, "Jordan, she booked her own passage, of course she is not human."

 

"She's not a vampire."

 

"Oh?" There was a pause, "do you know which one of the two women she is or what she is?"

 

"I didn't get to that just yet..."

 

"That's fine... Jordan, go back to the room and grab the other one when she gets there."

 

Daphne was left alone, and then she felt that the wristband was starting to wear off... Her fingers started moving with her own control. The band must have time restrictions... She thought she was alone, gave herself a few more minutes and then she might have the strength to Free herself.

 

Daphne was patient, and finally she started struggling against the band. "stop that." The harsher voice cut in.

 

Daphne's stopped with a silent curse, and a second later she felt the bag being turned around and then zipped. He looked at her, and she did not recognize him, but he seemed to recognize her. And suddenly she was all too aware that he was a vampire... And in retrospect, so was 'Jordan.'

 

The harshness of his voice gave her goosebumps, "Daphne." A slight pause, "what an unexpected surprise, you are that Daphne." Another pause, "I mean, they offered a lot of money for the retrieval of Beatrix, we knew that she escaped here with another supe, one named Daphne, but I had no idea that it would have been you, and you are worth a lot of money as Flay still has a huge standing reward for your return."

 

"Flay?" she started to ask and then groaned as she realized, Flay with short for flavius... The vampire she once took as a lover, who almost starved her to death to show his true love for her, "fuck me."

 

The harsh voice chuckled, "no, I don't play with succubi... Too much trouble for what you are worth..."

 

"I'm-"

 

He cut her off, no need to plead, "you are now vampire property once again."


To be continued.

 

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So I hope you’ve been enjoying Mistaken Identity so far, I’ve been hearing less feedback for the last couple parts, so I will definitely make it to part ten, but I think I will move to another story, likely RBF…  You got the teaser last month, hope you enjoyed that! But I still have a few other ideas stuffed in my bra too or maybe my panties as my next non-MI story will be the Bitch with the Demon Cock (or the chick with the demonic dick, The first title sounds more intimidating, the second flows better, what do you prefer?)!  Lol. Also, whose Chapter 6 do you want to see released Publicly? Scott’s or Daphne’s?

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