Seizing his lapels, I pulled him to the bed and spun him around, so he his back was to it. Then I stripped his coat from him and massaged his pecs. They were hard, as if they’d been chiseled from stone like a Greek statue. I dug my fingernails in, and he gasped again.
Seconds later, I was kissing at his throat and working the buttons of his shirt. They came apart easily, exposing a chest with little hair. As each button gave way, I kissed lower and lower. Devlin gasped at each caress of my lips. His skin had the salty sting of stale sweat. I had no idea when last he’d showered, but we’d been in a hell of fight only a few hours ago.
And, God, I love that scent. He smelled like a man, like a vital, powerful force of nature. My pussy ached at the taste of him. My nipples turned to diamonds, pushing uncomfortably at the leather of my halter top.
I needed more of him. I needed his passion.
As I got the last button undone, I stood briefly to rip the shirt from his shoulders. I yanked it down his arms but left it at his wrists, restraining him from taking any action of his own. I wanted him at my mercy. I wanted control of him.
I kissed him wetly, deeply for several seconds. Then I worked my way down his neck to his chest. Each kiss was light but wet. I nibbled at his flesh, drawing gasps of pleasure from him.
Then I put my hand on his cock. It strained at the fabric of his jeans. Nothing special but more than enough to please. I hadn’t been fucked by a man in over a year. As I rubbed at his shaft, I imagined it inside me. My loins yearned for him.
But I wasn’t ready for that yet. I wanted to play with him some more first.
I squeezed his balls and massaged his dick as I started kissing down his stomach. He stood there rigidly, as though he’d been petrified. With each kiss and touch he shuddered. I smiled as I got lower and lower.
At last, my lips found the button of his jeans. I took the cloth between my teeth and pulled. It gave way easily, eliciting another gasp from him. My left hand drifted to the zipper and teased it down slowly.
Jesus, he wasn’t wearing underwear! Dear God, that was hot. This primal man from the Seventeenth Century had no more barriers. I could have him. I could take what I wanted.
My hands slipped slowly up the sides of his legs, over his hips, until my fingers tucked under the fabric. Then I yanked his pants down to his mid-thigh, springing his cock from its denim prison.
His scent was everywhere now. It was all I could smell, all I wanted to breathe.
Devlin shuddered as his dick came free. His hands came forward as though he meant to stop me perhaps. But his shirt prevented them from reaching me.
I cupped his balls in my left hand, playing with them gently. I wrapped the fingers of my right hand around his shaft. It blazed with internal fire. All the heat of his body seemed to be concentrated in his manhood. A shudder of pleasure rippled through me at that realization.
If Devlin wanted me to stop, he said nothing. He simply moaned at my touch. His hands continued to struggle against his bonds, but he made no effort to free himself. He could easily have reached behind him, undone the buttons on his cuffs, and slipped the shirt off. He didn’t. He just stood there, his hands restrained, his pants around his thighs, as I knelt in front of him with his dick in my hand. He was mine. I could do whatever I wanted with him.
I stroked his cock several times to get the feel of him. Then I leaned forward and put my tongue at the base of his shaft. Squeezing his balls, I slowly dragged my tongue up to just below the tip of his head, eliciting another low moan. I kissed softly, sliding my lips gently away from his flesh.
After three more strokes of his member, I repeated my slow lick up his shaft, this time raising my eyes to his. Tears of pleasure lit those blue irises as he gazed down on me. I teased around his head with my lips again, lingering there longer this time as I massaged him.
The first sweet taste of pre-cum found my tongue. My heart rate increased to about a thousand beats per minute. The tight leather of my pants and halter top became increasingly uncomfortable. My own body longed to be free of its jail, to press my naked skin against his.
I went back for a third, slow drag of my tongue up his shaft, and this time I rewarded him with full immersion. I draped my lips over his head and slowly slid him inside.
Devlin groaned like a man who’d never felt pleasure before as I moved his cock softly around my mouth. I stroked the base of it with my right hand while teasing the rest of him with my lips and tongue.
In seconds, the head of his manhood swelled with urgency. Salty-sweet lube emerged from his slit. It wouldn’t be long.
I increased the speed and intensity of my strokes. Devlin’s dick expanded in my hand and mouth. I heard him suck in a deep breath, knew this was the moment. Pulling my head back, releasing his cock from my mouth, I squeezed hard and stroked him furiously.
An enormous blast of cum shot from him, arcing over my shoulder as he wailed like a child. I continued masturbating him as three more jets of sticky love erupted from his member. The rest burbled down my hand, hot, wet, satisfying.
I couldn’t wait any longer. It was my turn.
Releasing his dick as he trembled in pleasure, I unzipped my boots, stood, and kicked them off. I peeled my pants and panties down, swearing as the soft leather clung to me, making it hard to shuck them off.
My pussy was soaked with excitement. As soon as the cool air of the hotel room hit it, shivers of anticipation rippled from my loins to my brain. I struggled to breathe. I hadn’t been this hot, this horny in a really long time.
I grabbed Devlin’s long, silky hair and knotted my fist in it. Then I pulled him to me and kissed him savagely, desperately. He gasped at my intensity and kissed me back like he needed the air in my lungs to survive.
My nose and tongue were on fire with the scent of him, his taste. God, that smell! It was everything!
I took hold of his dick again and stroked him fast. I needed him hard again. I wasn’t done with him.
He responded unbelievably fast, his manhood stiffening instantly in my hand as if by magic. He fumbled with the buttons of his cuffs, madly trying to get his arms free.
As soon as he had one arm out, I released his hair and his cock and shoved him back onto the bed. Then I pulled my halter top up over my head, baring my breasts to him. Naked, sweaty, and aching with need, I climbed atop him.
His eyes grew wide as he watched me mount the bed like a panther about to spring. I lowered myself towards him until my lower lips made contact with his shaft. It was like touching fire. He burned as though his insides were made of coals.
I let myself down the rest of the way, so that his rock-hard cock pressed against my pussy, my clit. I put my hands on his chest, dug my nails into his flesh. He gasped in pain and pleasure, and I rubbed myself back and forth along his thick member. He raised his hips to me, and I ground against him as wave after wave of ecstasy rolled up from my loins and crashed into my stomach.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to have him now.
Raising my hips, I reached behind me and grabbed hold of his dick. I slid the head front to back, front to back between my lips, to make sure he was slick enough.
Then I pushed him inside me.
Despite the fact that I was so wet, despite the fact that he was no John Holmes, my sugar walls complained at his entry. It had been so long since I’d had traditional intercourse that I was tight, unprepared to have a man invade me.
And God damn, that felt amazing. His hard shaft shoved its way in, demanded more room. And since I was on top, I let gravity do its thing, allowing myself to fall slowly to his groin as he filled every inch of me.
A long, guttural moan escaped my throat. The heat of him inside me, the way my muscles gripped him put me on the way up Orgasm Mountain immediately.
Pushing with my hands on his chest, I rose and fell, rose and fell. Each thrust opened me wider, increased my joy. Devlin reached forward and grabbed my hips. He raised his own groin. Before I realized it, he wa
s lifting me up and shoving me back down.
Faster and faster we went. Soon, I was barely in control. I started moaning like some sort of porn star, and Devlin responded by gripping me tighter.
And then my own muscles seized his cock like steel bands. I held on for as long as I could manage, before a tidal wave crashed through me, and I had no defenses left.
A huge, gushing orgasm poured into my pussy, bathed his dick in cum. I cried out – long and high, my eyes squeezed tightly shut and my mouth open like a canyon.
I was just starting to come down, was just about able to breathe again, when Devlin lifted me off his dick like I was a doll. I gasped at his strength, and his sudden seizure of control.
He rolled out from under me, then threw me to the bed. I had no idea if he was angry or frightened or what.
A moment later, he flipped me onto my stomach. Then he grabbed my hips and dragged my ass into the air. I barely had time to realize what he intended, when he plunged his dick back into me.
No longer in control, I had no ability to manage the pace. His cock rammed into me again and again. The intensity, the ferocity of it was savage.
And, oh, God, was it good. I squealed with each thrust as he fucked me like a dog in heat. I tried to wriggle to find the best angle. Devlin put his hands on my hips, held me fast, then drilled me again and again.
After four thrusts, I came a second time. This one was even bigger than the first. Each withdrawal pulled more of my orgasm onto his thighs, onto my ass. Each thrust rubbed it against lips. I screamed loud enough to give the people in the room next door a show. I didn’t care. The only thing that mattered was that he keep fucking me. I wanted him inside me forever. My sugar walls tried to relax, and he wouldn’t let them. He just kept thrusting.
Soon, the head of his cock swelled. Oh, God, he was going to cum again. My body begged him to do it. His hands were like steel traps on my hips. There was no way to get away from him.
A third orgasm built inside me. My hormones wanted it so bad. I wanted to feel his hot release inside me.
But right before I got to the top of the mountain again, Devlin pulled out. A moment later, he groaned. White-hot cum landed on my back. Oh, God, it felt good. A second jet hit my ass. I couldn’t stand it.
I reached between my legs, found my clit, and rubbed it furiously. That third orgasm went off almost immediately. It wasn’t as big as the other two, but it didn’t seem to want to quit. I cried out as I stroked my love button furiously. Oh, God, I hadn’t felt this good in a long, long time.
Finally, it was over. I collapsed on the bed, shaking with aftershocks. Devlin lay down beside me. I ran my fingers through his hair over and over, shivering as the sweat and the cum dried on my skin. Both of us panted desperately.
After several minutes, I got up, went to bathroom and cleaned myself off. My legs were still shaky from the intensity of my orgasms. My head spun from the beer and the ecstasy.
When I returned to the room, Devlin was already under the covers, sound asleep. I smiled at the cliché and slipped between the sheets next to him. I wrapped an arm around his chest and snuggled. I passed out only seconds later.
Ephraim
E phraim recoiled at the sight of the succubus bound before him. It wasn’t the woman he was accustomed to seeing, but he knew it was her. He knew it was Miriam, who had given him such pleasure, the first one who had ever understood his needs – and encouraged them.
“What?” Miriam cried. “No! I never agreed to this! I will not be the pawn to test him!”
Ephraim watched in shock and horror as she struggled against her bonds. They did not yield. Panic erupted in her eyes.
“We all must serve the cause,” the master intoned, his voice the nightmares of children.
“Fuck you!” Miriam screamed.
“She is bound by silver, Ephraim Silverman,” the master went on. “She cannot escape. The knife you hold is made of the same material. Plunge it into her heart, and she will die. Prove to us you are committed to the cause. Sacrifice the only person you hold dear.”
Ephraim’s mouth fell open. What the hell was this? Some modern-day trial of Abraham?
Sacrifice Miriam? She was the one who brought him to the fold. Why would they give her up in favor of him?
Unless he was more important than she was. Maybe he was the N’Chai Toroth after all? Maybe he had a destiny he hadn’t known about. Wasn’t it Miriam herself who had told him to take hold of his destiny before stepping into this strange realm?
He moved back to the altar. Miriam’s face was a mask of desperation.
“Ephraim, please,” she begged. “Don’t do this. They didn’t tell me this would be the final trial. They didn’t ask me. I didn’t know, you can’t let them kill me like this.”
Tears formed in his eyes. He understood her fear. Wasn’t this the same way The Order, hell, his own father, had betrayed him? He’d been loyal. He’d done everything they’d asked. He’d been a good son. And he got nothing for it! Sassy Kincaide, lovechild of a whore, got to have it all instead. It wasn’t right!
But if he wanted revenge on her, if he wanted to make her pay, make them all pay, this was the only way forward. If he refused to sacrifice Miriam, the trial was over. He would fail. They would exile him and leave him to the mercy of The Order. Even Miriam would abandon him.
So there was no way to have her. He either murdered her here or lost her forever. At least if he killed her, he’d get something out of it.
“I’m sorry, Miriam,” he whispered as he raised the knife over his head.
“No!” she screamed. “Ephraim, please!”
She shapeshifted out of her true form, became the mousy librarian he knew. She lay naked before him, her large round breasts quivering in fear instead of pleasure. Her mouth open in gasps of terror, not ecstasy.
He’d seen her this way countless times – tied up on his bed or on a St. Andrew’s Cross. Spread open for his pleasure. He’d inflicted pain and humiliation on her. And she’d pleaded for it. She’d thanked him for it. This was how he liked her, how he wanted her. How he . . . loved her?
“Please, Ephraim,” she wept. “Please don’t kill me. We can run away together. I’ll go with you. I’ll do anything you ask of me. You can have me any way you like. Please, Ephraim. Don’t kill me.”
Fresh tears spilled down his cheeks at her pitiful entreaty. How could he do this? How could he murder her?
“Ephraim,” she said. “I’m the one who brought you here. I’m the one who offered you an opportunity for revenge. If you spare me, I’ll find another way. I’ll get you the revenge you need. Just please, let me live.”
What could he believe? She’d recruited him. What he had thought was a chance meeting at a men’s store that led to a first date had been a setup. What he’d thought had been an embarrassed confession of her filthy proclivities, had instead been a calculated offer. She was a succubus. She’d read his desires and then pretended to be exactly the woman he’d sought all his life.
And he’d fallen for it. Of course he had. Her pheromones had amped up his desire. Her magic had found the dark places of his mind, uncovered his most-secret fantasies. She was using him.
Well, perhaps it was time she found out there was a cost to that.
Straightening up, he raised the knife high above his head and stared into her frightened eyes.
“Oh, my god, Ephraim, no! Oh, please, no! Ephraim, don’t! I love you!”
The knife was halfway to her heart when those words froze him in mid-strike. She loved him? She couldn’t really mean that. Could she?
“Please, Ephraim, it’s true,” she begged. “I do love you. I know I’m a succubus and that sounds impossible, but there’s never been anyone like you. I’ve seduced millions of men and women over the ages. No one has ever treated me like you. No one has ever found the secret to my heart.
“But you did, Ephraim. You did. I love you. Oh, God, I love you.”
She bawled before him on
the altar. His own tears fell on her body. His hands shook.
Fine. If she loved him, if she truly did, they would find some way out of this. He didn’t care if she was a succubus. He’d never find anyone like her.
“Forget it,” he cried. “I won’t do it. I won’t sacrifice her for your sadistic pleasure. I quit.”
He flung the knife away. It clattered on the stone floor. For three seconds there was no other sound, except for Miriam’s sobbing.
Then her chains fell away. She rolled off the altar, raced to him, and embraced him tightly, sobbing into his shirt befouled with the blood of the demon he had killed. Realizing he still had his armor activated, he dropped it. They held each other as if they were both human.
“Ephraim Silverman,” the master’s voice rumbled. “You pass.”
His heart stopped. What? He’d passed? How?
“We tested your loyalty,” the master explained. “Would you do anything for your revenge? Would you throw away all that you had just for the opportunity to punish Cecily Kincaide?
“You did not. You demonstrated that we are more important to you, that our mission supersedes your personal goals.
“We will therefore accept you as one of our number, and we will grant your wish for vengeance.”
Ephraim couldn’t believe his ears. He was finally going to get what he deserved. He was going to get to make his “sister” pay after all. At long last, he would receive justice.
“Thank you,” he said, his voice so thick he could barely form the words.
“Oh, darling,” Miriam purred. “I’m so proud of you.”
Twelve
I found myself wandering in the wilderness. I was in some sort of forest, and all the trees were dying. They had visible decay. Everything smelled putrid. Death was in the air, on the ground, all around.
Sadness rushed through my heart like water from a firehose. It was overwhelming, irresistible. I was carried away on a wave of despair.
I was on my knees. I had no memory of having dropped to the ground. I was uncertain where I was, what I was doing.
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