Fuck me, she was so beautiful.
Remembering where I was, I said, “Where’re you off too, sweetness? Above’s still off-limits.”
She laughed—this rich, musical laugh that went right to my balls. Her black leathery lips pulled into a grin, and she said, “My back needed a break.”
“Aw. Poor little succubus. Is your bottom all bruised?”
She batted her lashes. “Wouldn’t you like to know?”
Unholy Hell, absolutely. I wanted to caress that sweet flesh, nuzzle my fingers between her cheeks and probe the puckered hole nestled there. I wanted to slide into her and feel her contract around me. I wanted to hear the sounds she made when I nudged her sweet spot.
But I’d be blessed if I’d ever admit that. I had a reputation to uphold.
So I shrugged, acted bored. “Screw one succubus, screw them all.”
She barked out another laugh. “Charming.”
“I can be,” I said, waggling my brows. “For the right reason, I can be a silver-tongued devil.” I let out a dramatic sigh. “But why bother? You’re just another succubus. You’ve got nothing I haven’t seen before.”
“Look who’s pompous enough to be one of the Arrogant.”
“It’s not pompousness if it’s true.”
“Pompous and rude.”
“You’re not worth good manners.”
She eyed me, and I found that I liked her penetrating gaze, how her luminescent green cat’s eyes shone as she looked me up and down. Then she chuckled. “Poor little incubus,” she said, “stuck out here when all of the other Seducers are fucking their brains out. Someone must really hate you.”
I clucked my tongue. “Just happens to be my time to serve as Gatekeeper.”
“Of course it is.”
She was good; she put just the right amount of sympathy into her words to make them stab. If I weren’t fascinated by her, I probably would have been annoyed. “Nothing more to it,” I insisted.
“Of course there isn’t.”
“I’ll get off duty soon enough,” I said. “Plenty of time to dip my wick.”
She glanced between my legs, her gaze lingering over my most prominent feature. Her mouth quirked into a bemused smile when my dick twitched its own hello. “Quite the muscle control you’ve got there,” she noted.
“You should see the things I can make it do.”
She shrugged, her green eyes gleaming. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.”
Hah—touché. I quashed the urge to laugh. “I guess you’ll never know.”
“And I must be all the poorer for it. So you can make it do tricks?”
Grinning, I said, “I thought it’s your kind that does tricks.”
“He speaks! How adorable. What else do you do? Do you come when called?”
Oh Gehenna, I liked her. Most succubi were good for the brief sally, and then they let their bodies do the talking. They didn’t flirt, because they didn’t need to; everyone knew that a succubus could never say no to sex. But this creature, with her impertinent gaze and her wicked grin, had substance.
“I come when I’m good and ready. And yes, I can make it do tricks.” To illustrate, my shaft moved in a slow circle.
She smiled at my erection. “Most of your kind would grudgingly admit their cocks have minds of their own.”
“And most of your kind would be too busy offering their cockpits to notice or even care.”
“Ooh,” she said, a smirk tugging at her sensual lips. “Is that the silver tongue you mentioned? I think the polish is too greasy for my liking.”
“I don’t need grease to get my lovers slippery. One touch of my fingers gets them wet. One thrust of my cock ruins them for all other incubi.”
Her eyes sparkled with mischief. “I’m sure you’ll have all the succubi just begging for a piece of you. Unless,” she added thoughtfully, “they’re completely sated before then.”
I snorted my derision. “No such thing as a sated succubus.”
“No?” She ran one taloned finger up her inner thigh, over her mound and skimming her stomach, now tracing the outline of her breast. “Maybe you’ve just never been able to fully satisfy one before.”
I couldn’t help it: I laughed. “Oh, sweetness, you have no idea who you’re talking to.”
She arched a brow. “Oh, really? Enlighten me.”
“I’m Daunuan.”
The briefest of pauses before she replied, “Never heard of you.”
Heh. “If I cared, I would be insulted.”
“I can’t decide which is bigger,” she said idly, “your ego or your attitude.”
“My ego,” I said, wrapping one hand around my erect cock. “I tend to get a swollen head.”
A longer pause now as she smirked at me, considering. She kept playing with her tit, circling it with her long fingers, tweaking the nipple. Taunting me. Daring me to have a little taste. She said nothing as she stood in the Gateway, but lascivious thoughts danced behind her eyes.
I pumped my shaft slowly, grinning as I watched her watch me, imagining that it was her hand on me instead of my own.
“Well, Don Juan,” she finally said, slightly mispronouncing my name, “why don’t you show me just how well you can satisfy a succubus?”
“Would love to,” I said, meaning it. “But I’m working.”
Her lips pulled into a luscious grin. Oh, how I wanted those lips around me, sucking me, swallowing me…
“I can see that,” she said. “You’re working so hard, you’re going to chafe.”
Hah. “I’m on guard duty.”
“Take a break.”
I laughed softly. “Is that an invitation?”
“A suggestion.”
“And what happens,” I asked, “if I take you up on it?”
Her eyes widened into a parody of innocence. “Well then, you get to have your wild, wicked way with me.”
Jezebel
He was all swagger, even just leaning against one of the Gates—completely full of himself, like all of his ilk. Utterly confident in his ability to seduce. That was delicious in a fleeting sort of way, but unremarkable by itself. He was an incubus; I would have expected no less.
It was also exactly what I’d needed to take a break from; there’s only so much posturing this one succubus could take, no matter how excellent the sex. (My sister succubi always said I was odd.)
If that had been all there was to him, to this Daunuan, then I just would have appreciated his form and then moved on. He certainly was pretty enough to look at, with his well-muscled body and appealing blue skin, its hues shifting from sapphire to indigo. And that said nothing of his enticingly long yellow hair. His pelt was the light brown of desert sand; his erection, a monument to carnality. But even with his glorious mane and impressive dick, he was just another incubus. From horns (red) to hooves (polished), he was like the other male satyrs of our Sin.
I eyed his jutting cock again. All right, maybe not just like the other male satyrs. Yum. If all the other incubi were as endowed as he was, I wouldn’t be able to walk right. Or sit down. Ever.
But there was more to him than good looks and evil intentions. It was in the sparkle of his amber eyes, in the quick smile that transformed his face from merely handsome into something magnificent. I didn’t know what it was, but it kept me outside of Hell, loitering with him instead of working out the kinks in my shoulders before diving back into the orgy within the Wall.
“Wild and wicked,” he said, his voice a low rumble that did interesting things to me way down low. “Now there’s something I’ve never encountered here in Hell.”
I shrugged my indifference. “If you prefer, I can play the impenetrable virgin.”
“Mmm. Virgins. Very tasty.”
“I don’t know,” I said with a smile. “I find them a bit too raw.”
“I prefer raw to rare.”
“Agreed. Too rare, and there’s little to enjoy.”
He laughed softly, and I found myself e
njoying the easy movement of his broad shoulders. “Virgins are overrated,” he said. “I prefer the aggressive, experienced sort.”
“How lucky for me.” Grinning, I sashayed over to him, putting an extra wiggle in my walk. “I just happen to be very experienced. And I can be very aggressive.”
“How lucky for me.”
He stayed where he was, leaning against the wrought-iron Gate, one of his hands working on his penis while the other was loosely fisted by his side. Watching me. Waiting for me to make the first move.
Happy to oblige, sweetie.
I leaned in close, ran one of my hands over his bicep. Ooh, very strong. Very nice. I reached out mentally, but I couldn’t read him. Huh. He must have cut himself off from the psychic connection all Seducers shared. Maybe he’d gotten tired of listening to the sounds of a million demons fucking.
“So, Daunuan,” I said, pitching my voice low, “tell me how you want me.”
The smile on his face stretched wide. “How? Is this where I start quoting mortal poetry? Something from Gilgamesh, perhaps?”
“Are you going to shove me against the Gate?” I asked, entwining my arms around his neck. “Throw me to the ground and mount me? Take me from behind?”
“Decisions, decisions…”
I nuzzled against his jaw, inhaled his aroma—all pumpkin spice and musk, and a deeper, more primal scent that was purely male. My nipples tightened as I breathed him in. Exquisite. In his ear, I whispered, “Maybe I’ll just throw myself on you.”
Lifting myself up, I wrapped my legs around his trim waist. The tip of his cock rubbed against my inner thigh, sending all sorts of tingles straight to my core. Shifting to the left, I positioned myself over him and dropped down.
A moment of utter bliss as he glided over my clit and into me—
(he slides into me slides deep deeper now and he’s so long and thick and filling me he’s filling me so completely and oh yes I want him in me just like this just like)
—and then a sudden pressure under my armpits, just before I was hefted up. And off.
Hey…!
My eyes opened—when had I closed them?—to see Daunuan grinning at me, his fangs gleaming. He settled me down on my hooves, but kept his hands under my arms, just over my breasts.
Move them southward, sweetie. Put those big old hands of yours to use.
“Slow,” he said, amusement and lust deepening his voice. “Slow. What’s the rush?”
“No rush. Just want to get to the good part.” Get back to the good part.
“It’s all good, sweetness.”
My gaze dropped to his shaft. “Some parts are better than others.”
“See, that’s the thing about you succubi.” His amber eyes glistened, and his lips pulled back into a predatory grin. Bless me, I wanted to suck his lips off of his face. He said, “You go too fast.”
That made me blink. I’ve seduced scores of men, fucked hundreds (er, thousands) of demons. I’ve felt the pull of lust more times than I could count. And never, not once, have I ever been told I was going too fast.
Frowning, I said, “We’re supposed to go fast. That’s what we do.”
“But going slow can be so much more fun,” he said, lifting one hand to stroke my cheek. “Slow,” he said again. “Anticipation.”
“Is a kind of torture.”
He laughed softly. “That, too.” His hand traced the lines of my mouth, and I closed my eyes, went with his touch. Now his fingers were moving down the curve of my throat, playing now over my collarbone. My heartbeat quickened as his fingers dipped lower, brushing the very tops of my breasts. Between my legs, my sex pulsed with desire.
I wanted him back inside me. Right now. I wanted to feel how deep he could go, move with him hip to hip, my hands on his ass and his hands on my…
Biting my lip, I told myself to stop acting like the virgin I’d offered to be.
“You know,” he said, “you have the most adorable blush when you’re aroused. Your cheeks burst into this dark crimson, like drying blood.”
“Such flattery. You do have a silver tongue.”
“I can do more with it than speak the right words.” He darted his tongue out, licked his way across my jaw.
“This is different,” I said, my voice ragged. “Other incubi are less about the foreplay and more about the actual fucking.”
“With succubi?” He chuffed laughter, his breath hot on my neck. “Of course they are. With you, we can rut like mindless animals. You want to be fucked hard. We don’t have to seduce Seducers.”
That was true. Sex with a Seducer—whether male or female—was a given.
“But with mortal women, we go slow.” As he spoke, he punctuated his words with kisses, his lips wet on my throat. “We draw it out. We tease. We please.”
I closed my eyes as he sucked on my neck, feeling myself become wet from his attention. My pussy tingled, aroused, eager for his cock.
But this wasn’t an all-consuming need to copulate—no, this was a slow burn, a gradual fire heating me, flushing me. This was more intimate than simple lust. And far more insidious. He kissed me, and my body hungered for more.
“With mortal women,” he murmured, “we put off our own pleasure until the very…”
His fangs grazed my ear, and I shivered.
“…very…”
A nip on my lobe; a small suck to take away the sting.
“…end.”
I wasn’t a creature of Envy, but at this moment, I was obscenely jealous of those mortal women.
He whispered in my ear, “You asked me before how I wanted you.”
My throat had gone dry as he’d used that fabled silver tongue on me. I had to swallow before I could reply. “Yes.”
“I want you slowly,” he said around his kisses. “I want you like this, standing here before me, naked and ready for me. I want to explore you with my hands and mouth and tongue. I want to probe inside of you and discover your sweet spots.”
His hand snaked down my body, touched me so very briefly where it mattered most, just enough for sparks to fly behind my closed eyelids. I let out a groan as his fingers brushed over my vulva, whisper soft.
“And after I make you come so hard that you drench me in your juices, then I want to fuck you raw. And then we’ll see how well I can satisfy a succubus.”
It took me three tries before my mouth worked properly.
“Well,” I said, my voice a high-pitched squeak, “if you insist.”
Daunuan
“Keep your eyes closed,” I said, drinking in her features. Succubi, like incubi, could shift their appearance the way the Almighty could shift the weather to His liking, but here Below, most wore their natural forms. Her face was heart shaped, with full cheeks and a small chin. Her lips, black as Evil itself, shone wetly.
She opened her eyes. They were the green of emeralds, with a vertical slit of a pupil. And at the moment, they were narrow with suspicion. “Why should I?”
“So I can better surprise you, sweetness.”
Her nose wrinkled. “As far as monikers go, I loathe that one.”
Heh. Opinionated, wasn’t she? “Then tell me what to call you.”
She stared at me, her cat’s eyes shining brightly, her thoughts hidden, and for a moment I thought she’d give me a pet name, pretty but meaningless. (In any harem of succubi, at least five of them will call themselves “Chastity.”)
Instead, she said, “Jezebel.”
It resonated in my mind, in the manner of all true names. The epitome of who she was, who she would always be—all wrapped up in those three syllables, strung together like a necklace of gems.
“Jezebel,” I repeated, rolling her name on my tongue. I liked the way it sounded, liked the way my lips formed those specific sounds.
I liked her.
“I could use my magic,” I said, moving my hands up her back. “That would tell me what you like, what pleases you best. But I think it’s more fun to discover it the mortal way
.”
She thrust her chin up, an impertinent move that was utterly adorable. “I like sex.”
“That’s a given. But there are so many paths to pleasure.”
“Are you going to talk me to orgasm, incubus? Or just bore me to death?”
I laughed softly. “Impatient thing, aren’t you?”
“Patience is a virtue.”
“That doesn’t mean it can’t also be a vice. Close your eyes, Jezebel.”
“Fine, fine,” she huffed, snapping her lids closed, acting annoyed, as if I couldn’t smell her arousal.
I started at the crown of her head. My fingers massaged her scalp, moving in small circles and slowly framing her face. Back now, featherlight over the tips of her ears, and down, my claws tickling her lobes.
“You’re too high up,” she said.
“Shhh.”
My fingers trailed down her neck, swooped over the curve of her shoulders. As my tips brushed against her collarbone, she let out a soft moan—tiny, almost inaudible, but I noted it. Just as I noted how her nipples hardened as my fingers dabbled by the hollow of her throat.
Over her arms now, teasing the insides of her elbows, enjoying the smile that quirked her lips. The pads of my fingers ghosted her wrists; the edge of my claws whispered over her palms. Her moan was louder now, and I grinned.
“Like that, don’t you?”
“Just clearing my throat.”
“Uh-huh.” I took her by the wrist, lifted her hand to my lips. Kissed her palm, then slowly traced the lines there with my tongue.
Her hips twitched, but then she blew out a breath and stood still, her lips pressed into a thin line.
“You’re allowed to enjoy this, you know.”
“Just waiting for the good part.”
Oh yes, I liked her.
I licked her index finger slowly, then took it into my mouth. Sucked it gently. Watched her lips part as she said, “Oooh.”
And you like that, don’t you?
Keeping suction on her finger, I stepped closer, until her arm was trapped between her chest and mine. Moving my hands behind her, I rained small touches down her spine, and back up, flowing outward so that the next cascaded down her back, tripping over her shoulder blades and ribs, stopping just over the start of the black pelt on her hips.
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