She captured her lower lip with her fangs, bit down as her breathing grew more ragged—a nice touch, since demons don’t have to breathe. Her brow had smoothed, no longer set in determined lines. Despite herself, she was going with my touches.
Yes.
I released her finger, and her hand fell to my chest, quivering. The points of her talons tapped a beat on my flesh, all staccatos and sharps as I kept rolling my hands, up and down, moving now to her sides, the indent of her waist and up to the fur beneath her armpits.
“You hone your body as a weapon,” I said, my voice a low purr, my hands traveling to the jut of her hipbones. “And you dangle it as a prize.” Up again, slower, over the indents of her ribs, stopping just under the slopes of her breasts.
She was panting now, her lips wet with her saliva. And her smell, ah, her smell was drenching her, all cinnamon and musk and swirls of peppermint bubbling through her.
Cupping the swells of her tits, I let them rest in my hands as a shudder worked through her. Smiling from her reaction, I said, “But your body is meant to be worshiped.”
Small moans escaped her as I caressed her twin mounds, moving in the slowest of circles, tracing their shape. Testing their weight. Feeling them bob as she breathed heavily. Claws now—gently grazing her sensitive skin as I trailed my way to the deep crimson of her areolas. I whispered over the outermost edges, and she cried out, thrusting her hips against mine.
“And I haven’t even gotten to your nipples yet,” I mused aloud.
“Suck me,” she panted.
“No.”
“Suck me!”
Back to the pads of my fingers as I traveled over the dark circles, pressing more firmly. “Patience.”
She snarled, “Shove your patience up your ass!”
Heh.
I jerked my hands away from her breasts, stepped back to let the acrid air outside of Hell blow over her body.
“Hey!”
“Patience,” I said again.
Her scowl was a thing of malefic beauty, a war between passion and ire. She said, “You sound like a high priest.”
“Ooh. Cut to the quick.” Walking behind her, I sank to my knees so that her bottom was in front of my face. Her buttocks were magnificent: tight but amply padded, promising to be both meaty and juicy.
But instead of licking her crevice, I skimmed my hands down the outside of her firm thighs. Back up now, this time over the backs of her long limbs, all the way to the bottom of her ass cheeks. And down, trailing to the inside of her legs.
And up, so very slowly. And stopping just shy of the apex of her thighs.
Beneath my hands, her muscles tightened in anticipation. Her tortured groan was exquisite, and it made my balls throb.
And then I removed my hands.
She hissed her frustration, and I grinned as I sidled around her.
“Patience,” I said again. Then I wrapped my arm around her waist and crushed her against my chest. “Just a little taste first.”
I kissed her, hard, bruising her lips with mine, thrusting my tongue into her mouth. She kissed me just as passionately, attacking my mouth and serenading me with her moans. Lips locked together, our tongues danced, rolling and dipping, our fangs scraping as the kiss deepened.
Oh, unholy Hell, how I want her.
Breaking the kiss, I licked my way down her chin, traced the lines of her jaw, teasing her collarbone with my mouth. She arched back, shoving her tits up, telling me with her body exactly what she wanted me to do.
And I finally obliged. First one nipple, taking that succulent berry and sucking it until she was writhing in my arms, her aroused noises nonsensical and delightful, her aroma and taste filling me. Then the other nipple, that exquisite pearl, polishing it with my lips and tongue, blowing on it until it gleamed.
Her hands tangled in my hair, her talons slicing into the back of my neck. Her hips were rolling, beckoning. As I kept sucking her tits, I reached down, snaking over the curve of her belly. Down more, trailing my fingers through her pubic hair.
Stroking her pussy.
She let out a throaty growl, insistent. Demanding. So very hungry.
I slid my fingers between her wet folds, exploring her, testing her secret waters. And then I dived in.
Jezebel cried out as I fucked her with my hand, called my name as if I could save her soul. She was bucking wildly, pushing me in deeper. I stroked her harder now, faster, using two fingers and now three, stretching her. Probing her.
Rubbing her clit with my thumb.
She tensed around my hand, her body poised on the edge of rapture.
I crooked my fingers as I went deeper still…and found the spot that pushed her over the edge. She screamed as she came, slicking my fingers with her hot cream, shuddering against me as if she was about to die.
When her trembles finally stopped, I pulled my hand free. Releasing her nipple, I inhaled the scent of her cum, then slowly licked my fingers clean, relishing the salty sweet taste.
Mmm. Sensuous.
Jezebel was swaying on her hooves, so I wrapped my hands around her waist to steady her.
“See?” I couldn’t keep the smug purr out of my voice. “Going slow has its merits.”
She licked her lips before she replied, “I’ll concede the point.”
“Well then,” I said, lowering my hand to squeeze her ass. “Do I have a satisfied succubus in my hands?”
She looked up at me, lust glazing her green eyes. A smile lingered over her kissable lips. “No, incubus. I’m not satisfied.”
I arched a brow. She was lying through her fangs; even if her body posture didn’t tell me so, her smell certainly did. She reeked of contented bliss.
Before I could open my mouth to call her on the lie, she grabbed my shoulders and shoved me backward. She leaped on top of me, riding my body down to the ground. I landed on my back with an unceremonious “Oof,” barely getting my arms down to take the brunt of the fall.
Straddling me, Jezebel grabbed my arms and pinned them over my head.
“You showed me your way,” she said, her grin huge and altogether wicked. “Now it’s my turn. I’m going to fuck you, Daunuan, fuck you fast and hard.” Grinding her hips, she rubbed her pussy—still wet from her juices—over the base of my cock.
Rrrrr.
Oh, fuck me, I want to be inside of her so bad…
She leaned down until her mouth hovered just over mine. “And when you scream my name to Pit and Paradise as you come inside of me,” she purred, “then I’ll be a satisfied succubus.”
Gehenna, I do so enjoy a woman who takes control.
Jezebel
Sweet Sin, no one had ever made me feel the way Daunuan did.
I’ve had orgasms before, of course. I pride myself (as much as any creature of Lust could acknowledge Arrogance) on my orgasms. Other lovers have done more to me than Daunuan did, and for longer. And in far more interesting positions. But none of them had ever made my heart pound like it would explode in my chest. None of them had ever made me go weak in the knees.
None of them had ever seduced me.
All of this went through my mind in a huge rush—a long stream of nonsensical thoughts haphazardly flowing together, this overwhelming mix of sentiment and sensation—as I threw Daunuan to the ground.
Now I was looking into his wicked eyes, watching them sparkle with intent, enjoying how they crinkled at the corners. This was a demon who enjoyed laughter. Who enjoyed being lascivious. Who tormented his victims with his deliberate touches and languorous kisses. Who made his lovers mad from anticipation.
Fuck that.
Straddled over him, I rocked my hips just once, a slow grind, feeling his cock beneath me, waiting for me, full and erect and eager for my cunt.
“I could just walk away now,” I said, and he rewarded me with a flare of anger in his amber eyes. Ooh, pretty. I said, “I could just leave you to your post. Unfulfilled.”
His face flushed to a dark blue, nearly in
digo, and his red horns gleamed like hot coals. “You could,” he said. “But then you wouldn’t be sated, would you?”
I smiled at his response. “There’s an orgy going on inside Hell. Or maybe you’d forgotten, stranded here at the Gates as you’ve been?”
He stiffened beneath me; my words had scored.
Heh.
I rubbed myself over him, getting him wet with my own wetness. “But I want to hear my name on your lips,” I said, pressing my breasts against his chest. “I want to see the look on your face as you climax.”
Leaning down, I nuzzled against his neck, inhaled his scent of musk and pumpkin spice. Delicious. Delectable.
Desirable.
My lips pressed against the meat of his throat as I kissed him, scraped him with my fangs. Licked away the small hurt. Nibbled the lobe of his ear. His groan of pleasure was like magic, making my nipples tingle and my sex throb with desire.
I whispered, “I want to hear you scream.”
And then I slid down his shaft, taking him inside of me to the hilt.
Ahhh!
I held him there for a moment, relished how he filled me, how his hot length felt so fucking perfect inside of me. Reveled in the look on his face—how his eyes had both widened and darkened, how his mouth had opened in a soundless O, how his breath had caught in his throat.
How beautiful he was in that shining moment, with him below me and inside of me, with me about to send him spiraling to the brink.
And then I pivoted my hips up, allowed him to ease out of me until the only head of his cock was still blanketed in my folds. And back down, again, slow and deep.
Oh, how his eyes shone.
He arched up to meet me, thrusting with me. We moved faster, our bodies finding a natural rhythm together as I flowed over him and he pounded into me. He was grunting now, and so was I, our sounds mixing, blending into a primal song that beckoned us faster now, faster.
I crushed my lips to his in a burning kiss, stabbed him with my tongue. Even faster now, I rode him hard, harder, losing myself to the moment. My body rocked fiercely, caught in a punishing momentum of ecstasy that threatened to rip me apart. He slammed into me, and I took it, demanded more, clutched him as shook beneath me, his arms and chest and thighs almost humming with tension.
My lips peeled back in a feral grin as I impaled myself on him, took him as far as he could go.
He screamed out my name, a howl of victory as he burst inside of me, his hot seed blazing through me. My own orgasm broke over me, merciless, drowning me in passion as my scream joined his.
All too soon, our voices quieted, the sounds fading to soft echoes in the stagnant air, all but lost amid the backdrop of wails and screeches from the damned inside the Wall of Hell. Daunuan and I shuddered together, our bodies slick, tremors of pleasure rippling over us in small aftershocks.
“And now,” I said, gasping my words, “I am a satisfied succubus.”
He let out a hoarse laugh. “Duly noted.”
I rolled off him, my sex already missing his warmth, aching for the way he’d fit so perfectly inside of me.
Toughen up, Jezebel. He’s just another incubus.
I was about to kiss his forehead and thank him for the roll before I sauntered away, but he surprised me by wrapping his arms around my torso.
For a moment, I froze, not understanding what he was doing. Did he want another go already? I’d be happy to oblige, but usually the incubi were more direct than this. They were more of the throw-them-against-the-wall variety than the subtle sort. They didn’t just hold their lovers in an embrace and…
Oh.
Oh.
Smiling at the unexpected tenderness, I settled into his arms, pillowing my head on his chest.
A cuddly incubus. Who would have thought it?
We stayed like that for a while, neither of us saying anything. His heart thumped out a steady, soothing rhythm, and I closed my eyes. It was some time later before I opened them again, stunned to realize I’d dozed off in Daunuan’s arms.
Screw me on Salvation Day, what was I, a mortal?
Shaking my head at my own foolishness, I started to untangle himself from his embrace.
“Where’re you going?”
I planted a soft kiss on his lips, tasting the remnant of myself on them. “Heading back inside.”
He made a playful pout. Bless me, he was just too adorable, trying to look cute when his face was a thing of superb demonic beauty. Beautiful creatures don’t pout well; their faces aren’t made for it. He said, “Leaving so soon?”
“Hadn’t planned on falling asleep.”
His mouth pulled up into a wicked smile. “I must have tired you out.”
He had, but his ego didn’t need the boost. “In case you haven’t heard, there’s an orgy going on.” Smiling broadly, I added, “And I don’t want to keep you from your job as Gatekeeper.”
Daunuan chuffed laughter, the sound incongruously soft in the harsh air outside of Hell. “The succubus Jezebel is too kind.”
“So I’ve been told.”
“Careful. That’s the sort of reputation you don’t want to get.”
“Mmm. Somehow, I’ll manage.” I leaned down for one last kiss.
And we lingered there.
After a small slice of eternity, he broke the kiss and looked into my eyes. The smile on his face was still wicked, yes, but softer at the edges, hinting at something else. Something unreadable. He winked at me. “See you, sweetness.”
Yuck. “Really,” I said, wrinkling my nose, “you think I’m sweet? I’m a succubus. Succubi aren’t sweet. Baby bunnies are sweet.”
“Depends on how you cook them.”
We shared a laugh, and I found myself enjoying the sound of our voices mingling. It faded slowly, until it was nothing more than a memory on the dry, hot wind.
“Well,” Daunuan said, “I’m sure I’ll come up with another name for you.” He traced one clawed finger over my cheek, and I leaned into his touch. “Give me time.”
“And here I thought one succubus was as good as another.”
“They are,” he agreed. “But they’re not you.”
Simple words, spoken plainly. They shouldn’t have echoed in my heart.
I shouldn’t be gazing at him, seeing myself reflected in his amber eyes.
“You know,” I said slowly, “I’m not quite ready to go back inside.”
He arched a golden brow. “No?”
“No.” My hand slid down to his mammoth erection. “And you can’t leave your post,” I said as I squeezed him.
“True,” he replied, his voice gruff.
Running my hand up his shaft, I said, “I suppose we’ll be sharing each other’s company for the time being. Unless you have something else to do…?”
“Do?” He peppered my lips with small kisses. “There’s no one I’d rather do than you.”
Warmth flooded my breasts and belly and lower, the memory of bliss heating me. “Why, Daunuan,” I said lightly, “flattery after sex? From an incubus? Unheard of.”
He laughed, the sound soft and inviting, and altogether out of place here outside of the Abyss. “Oh, Jezebel,” he said, my name a purr in his throat. “I’m looking forward to doing many unheard of things with you.”
A delightful shiver worked its way through me as I imagined what he and I could do together, across the ages.
He’d lied when he said that there was no one else he’d rather fuck; I knew that. Demons lie. But that doesn’t mean the lies aren’t pleasing.
And the truly blasphemous thing was that a small part of me wanted his words to be true.
But I didn’t let that bother me. Hell and blasphemy go very well together.
NOW:
VALENTINE’S DAY
Chapter 3
Daunuan
Jezebel. At long last, my Jezebel.
I inhaled deeply, took in the overt smells of perfume and soap that were part of her mortal disguise and, below that, the sce
nt of cinnamon and musk that were all her. Her aroma rushed through me, flooded me, until all I could smell was her, right here in my arms. Mmm. Shivers.
“You’re an addiction,” I murmured, kissing the top of her head, tasting the shampoo that lingered in her tresses. Jezzie always does an excellent job when she dresses for a collection. I bet she even sported an interesting birthmark or two.
She lifted one hand to my cheek, stroked the side of my jaw. “You say the sweetest things. You’d think you wanted to get in my pants.”
I slid my hands down to her bottom. “No pants for you today. And unless I’m mistaken…” Spreading my fingers, I cupped her ass, feeling her curves beneath the flimsy material of her skirt. “…I don’t think you’re wearing any panties, either.”
Her eyes darkened as my hands traveled the swells of her cheeks. “One way to find out.”
“Is that an invitation?”
She laughed quietly, and I watched, fascinated, as the features of her face softened, smoothed. Look at her—the way her chocolate-brown eyes sparkle with humor and something else, something warmer than mirth but gentler than lust. See the way her nose crinkles just so, how her lips shine from her lipstick and saliva. Listen to her laughter, rolling softly and hinting at the power deep within her, the sound like waves lapping the surface of the ocean. When she spoke, her voice was the rich purr of sex kittens and amused tigers.
“Daunuan,” she said, and I shivered from the sound of my name on her red, red lips. “Would you please have your wild, wicked way with me?”
I grinned hugely, felt my false human teeth slip into demon fangs. “I thought you’d never ask.”
She tilted her head up, and I leaned down to kiss her. Our lips touched, just that, and something surged through us, electric, magical, charging the very air around us as we opened our mouths to each other. She ummmmed, and I ate the sound; she melted into me, and I drank her up. We kissed and kissed, and the world stood still.
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