Billionaire Heir (Erotic Romance Bundle)

by Dalia Daudelin

  Just as a new soul meanders down the current, another demons rushes past me. “Lilith, where are you going?”

  “Go see the boss!” She yells. “There's been a huge number of succubus rituals!” Her purple skin glistens with excitement. Lilith was the first succubus, and she trained each one of us in her wicked ways. We all love and respect her as we would a mother. I watch as she disappears into the human world before I go to find Lucifer.

  His pillar in hell has a mob of succubi, all clamoring to get in to see him. All newbies, trained in the last 200 years, have to wait until their seniors take their jobs. I'm one of the oldest left, 3400 years old, so I float in and sit down on an empty chair in the VIP area. No need to take a number- Lucifer knows who was here and when. I only have to wait an hour before I'm finally called in.

  “Meridiana, my sweet. It's been too long since I've seen you. Since I've touched you...” he coos, his snake tongue passing through his teeth and making me blush. Oh, the years I spent with him were the best. His hot skin pressed against mine, that lewd tongue of his lashing at my clit...

  His red skin is glowing with excitement, his horns sharp. They were reshaped recently.

  “You're looking handsome as ever, Lucifer.” I smile and bow my head, showing him the respect he deserves. Lucifer and the succubi have always had a flirty relationship, and he'll sometimes take on consorts who get all of his attention for years at a time. We do good work for him, and he shows us how much he appreciates us regularly.

  Sex sells, better than fame or money ever have, at least until recently. The damned crossroads demons get all the action these days.

  “It seems someone finally remembered how to summon succubi, and we've had hundreds of new requests tonight alone. As far as we can tell, the humans have posted the ritual up on something they call the internet, for everyone to see.”

  I nod. Back when I was still busy, the internet was new, but a few message boards had our rituals floating around that got us some sweet, innocent nerds. They are always so fun to play with, so innocent and yet so thankful to have a succubus grace them. A few were heavy handed jerks, of course, but in general they show us respect and become devoted to us. I prefer them to scuzzy politicians and freshly divorced lawyers, at least.

  “I'll be sending you here.” He hands me a piece of human flesh with coordinates carved into it. Paper can't be used down here, it burns too easily. “It's a man, 19 years old, name is David. He posted a thread online titled 'How to summon a succubus?' and he got his answer.” Lucifer laughed, deep and throaty. “He has no idea what he's in for. I trust you can teach him?”

  “Yes sir!” I reply. “I've done this enough times. I'll show him a good time and get his soul.”

  “Off you go then,” he says, standing up to push me toward the door and pat me on the ass to get me out. “I have more assignments to give out.”

  I fly away from Lucifer's office, racing in excitement to meet my first lay in 2 decades. The boy sounds interesting, nerdy but maybe he's buff too! This should be fun.

  The ascension from Hell to Earth is a painful one. We're not meant to break that veil, but somehow it's never been very hard. Just extremely painful. I knock back a small painkiller make from the bones of babies and set off to the location given to me by Lucifer. It's a full moon tonight. Full moons mean I have full power.

  The neighborhood this David lives in is quiet and cozy. It has small houses, but they're all beautifully decorated with amazing gardens and perfectly manicured lawns. It's all sort of wretched, really, to waste so much of your human life on things like that.

  The ritual to summon a succubus is a two day process, which allows us to spy on the creatures that are trying to command us. This has been true ever since the first devil's trap was made. Aside from spying, it allows us to make sure the ungrateful brats aren't trying to trap us.

  If the human messes up the ritual at all or tries to trap one of us, the contract breaks and the succubus gets to do whatever she likes to the human for a full week. That was definitely the best part of this job!

  It's just starting to get dark as I set my hooves onto the street. I'll have to decide on a human form before appearing to the target, but for now I'm invisible so my true form will do.

  The house David lives in is small and unassuming. I wonder briefly if he still lives with his parents, but no. The house on the inside is too messy for there to be a mother living there. It's best if no other humans can walk in on a ritual, though.

  I slip through the walls, searching for my target in the house. Upstairs in his room, David is surfing the internet, as is usual for him and his friends to do when they're not working out or killing people in video games. No porn for him today, though- that was part of the ritual. He has to be sexually pure for at least 24 hours before a succubus would appear.

  On the desk next to him is his jade, the candles he needs, and a needle ready to prick his finger for blood. There's also a long piece of white rope. He picks up a piece of white paper and checks his list of ingredients again. “Shit,” he mumbles. David pushes himself away from the desk and starts rustling through his closet, looking for cemetery soil.

  He's handsome. Buff. His arms look extremely strong, and his Germanic face sexy. As he pulls out the vial of cemetery soil, cute dimples press into his cheeks when he smiles. He is a bit thin, but overall it doesn't seem like it should be hard for him to get a date. Maybe he's just interested in the paranormal.

  My black eyes take in the situation while he gathers all the ingredients for the ritual. The room seems to be typical male stuff: posters of half naked women, computer on the desk with a bong sitting next to it, a bed with no sheets. It's cleaner than the rest of the house, but otherwise typical.

  His bookshelf, on the other hand, is another story. Next to auto magazines and girly mags are a ton of books on the occult. The Necronomicon, the Principia Discordia, and a few others on chaos magic. There's a compilation of H.P. Lovecraft stories. I raise one of my eyebrows. Interesting, very interesting. Not many of the people I've fucked over the years have been truly into the occult. Most were looking to summon a succubus for vain power or for a quick lay.

  He clearly lives alone. The other rooms in the house are full of toys and computer parts and boxes full of porn. Some of the porn was normal, some of it was stranger, but none of it was a shock to me. Of course, it'd be impossible to shock me. Modern humans are tame compared to early Christians, especially. The weirdest thing in his box was some tentacle porn.

  Everything had a thick layer of dust on it, though. David probably hasn't been in here for a while, since the computer clearly gives him most of his entertainment and porn. His kitchen is pretty empty, and there's no signs of pets.

  I'm again left wondering if this David isn't broken in some way. It's not like he could hurt me, of course, but I can't get an accurate read on what kind of person he is.

  I follow David as he finishes up some college homework and plays a video game. I am particularly impressed by how much video game graphics have progressed. Humans never fail to surprise me. Guns, clothes, the wheel. Everything they invent just blows me away. I really can't blame God for preferring humans to all else; they truly are more interesting.

  Midnight is rolling closer now. My subject seems to be getting antsy. He nearly jumps out of his skin when his tiny cell phone rings. Picking it up, he rolls his eyes.

  “Yes, I'm going to finish the ritual tonight. No. No, why would I ask for anything else.” He pauses to let the other person talk. “Whatever, dude, fine. I'll tell you if it works.”

  Well, then. Not so much has changed after all. Still summoning on a dare.

  While David sets up his circle for summoning, I choose a body. Judging by the photos in his room, he likes brunettes with somewhat exotic looks. I mix the features of those women, choosing the form I'm sure David would most want. Checking in on him, I'm met with an amusing shock.

  The jade is fake!

  Doubling over with
laughter that sounds more like babies crying, I prepare for a long night. The poor fool has no idea what he's in for; if even one ingredient is off, I have free reign to torture him. Of course, I'll still have sex with him, but it doesn't have to be the kind of sex he expected.

  He mixes his ingredients carefully, pricking his finger and holding it over the bowl. I can feel his energy coursing through my veins, allowing my form to become physical. His chants aren't great, but they don't need to be pronounced correctly. He sounds like a child making up a language more than an adult speaking Latin.

  The anticipation is killing me! With a ceremonial knife he likely ordered off the internet, he cuts the center of his hand and lets his blood splash onto the ground. That act pulls me fully into the visible human world, and with a flash of red light I appear before David with a wicked smile on my face.

  I can tell he's blown away by my beauty. I chose the features correctly, I am exactly everything he's ever wanted. Sultry eyes, thin frame and medium sized breasts. If I were a real girl, he'd agonize over how to best ask me out. He'd marry me in a second. I'd lose wholesome and pretty, definitely someone his parents would respect.

  “Hello, David,” I purr, pushing him down onto the floor by his shoulders. I lick my lips and rub his bulge with my hand. He's already hard. “What would you like me to do first?”

  He thinks for a second before blurting out, “Gimme a blow job!” Within half a second his pants are around his ankles and my tongue is against the head of his cock. It's leaking with delicious, salty pre-cum. I vibrate my tongue on the most sensitive part under the head of his dick, making him thrash from the pleasure. I part my lips and take the whole length down my throat, flexing my throat muscles to stimulate him even more. I'm worshiping his cock, truly giving him the best head he'll ever receive.

  David's seeing stars from my technique, and within minutes he's cumming down my throat. I drink up every last drop of sperm, enjoying it as it slides down my throat.

  I snap my clawed fingers and he's hard again.

  “Oh, fuck,” he moans, not expecting to be aroused again so soon. It looks as if it's actually kind of painful. “How long will you be here?”

  “You get me every night for a whole week,” I say, straddling him. I run my finger under his chin, staring deep into his eyes. “I'll be here fucking your brains out for 7 whole days.”

  He answers with a moan as his cock plunges deep within my folds. He's never had sex this good, my insides rippling and gripping at his cock. Though he's enjoying my slippery pussy as it embraces his dick, he's perplexed by how my cunt feels. He doesn't say anything, though. It must just be one of the perks of banging a succubus.

  His hands were on my tits which were hanging over his face as I rode him hard. I snapped my fingers, putting a spell on him so he'd be unable to cum. I want to frustrated him for a half hour of fucking, so he's always just on the edge of orgasm.

  “You're not going to be allowed to cum until I let you,” I whisper in his ear, pinching his nipples as I bounce on his dick a few more times. I pull him up and suck on his neck hard. My pussy grinds down on his pelvis. His cock is actually pretty big, and it feels great within me. His gasps sound so happy. I wonder briefly how good this must feel for him.

  I fuck him non-stop for 45 minutes, each minute a strain on him. He wants to cum so bad. I can tell it's actually starting to piss him up. I stand up and wrap my devil tail around his dick. I use this to jack him off and keep him hard. It has a soft texture that David enjoys.

  “Stand up,” I say, and with a snap he's on his feet and unable to move of his own will.

  “What are you doing?” He's worried. This isn't what was supposed to happen to him. I chuckle and shake my head.

  “Baby, you used the wrong ingredients. Do you know what that means?”

  He shakes his head no.

  “It means I get to do whatever I want to you. For a whole week. You're my sex slave, my fuck toy. I'm going to torture you and you're going to love every second of it.” I smirk and snap my fingers again. Suddenly, I'm wearing a large red strap-on.

  If he could, David would be running out of the house in fright.

  “Bend over,” I command, rubbing the dick now attached to me. David has no choice but to do as he's told.

  He bends over and grabs his ankles. I admire his hot ass, tones and muscled from lots of working out. He definitely takes care of himself. I rub a finger around his hole. This strange sensation terrifies David. He's never wanted to have his ass played with, but he finds he's now curious. Still, he's never tried this and never wanted to, and regret was all he could feel.

  I force his thighs apart and press my cold and lubed up cock against his ass crack. He breathed a sigh of relief that I wouldn't be going in dry.

  Slowly, I stick one of my fingers into his ass, massaging his insides. It's uncomfortable for David at first, but after a few minutes it starts to feel better, and his hard cock is at the front of his mind. He considers begging me to touch it.

  Reading his mind, I use my tail to jack him off some more, making him moan. My slick tail moves up and down his hard shaft while my finger fucks his ass, his moans getting louder and louder.

  I allow my tail to continue to jack him off while I remove my finger and position the head of my strap-on at his entrance. “No! Please stop! Please don't fuck my ass!”

  His begging is sincere, but I can tell he really wants it. What a kinky man, getting turned on by being dominated like this! I laugh.

  “That's not your call, slut boy! I get to do whatever I want, and this is just the beginning.” My strap on is bigger than David's own cock: 8 and a half inches long. The best part about it is that I'm able to feel what the cock feels.

  Yes, I do love my magic cock.

  David feels the tip of the dildo pressing against his anus harder and harder until his asshole begins to open. Forcing the head through the sphincter, I groan. This is one of my favorite parts of being a succubus- when people mess up the ritual. Slowly the whole shaft gets buried deep into David's bowels, milking his prostate and making him go wild. He grunts and groans.

  “Feels pretty good, huh?” I thrust deep into him, then pull almost all the way back out of his ass before thrusting back in. I slap his ass as I bottom out which makes him gasp. His ass clenches with each thrust, both trying to keep my cock out and keep it in. He keeps worrying that I'm going to split him in half and much to his horror, my dick is growing! The more I fuck him, the more it stretches him.

  My tail keeps working at his dick as I fuck his ass hard and fast for over an hour. I pull his hair and make him cry out.

  Not ready to let up, I slow down again, really making him feel each and every deep, complete thrust. The ridges of my cock massage the inside of his ass, my claws digging into his hips, his involuntary moans as my tail strokes his cock over and over again. I snap again, and tight clamps close over his nipples. Every once in a while they give him an electric shock, causing him to scream in pain but mostly in pleasure. His body is being overloaded with the need to cum, right now. I fuck him for five more minutes, for good measure. Tortuously slow my cock slides in and out of his bowels before I snap.

  The floodgates open. All of his built up cum shoots out onto the floor. It causes such a big mess. I slide my cock out of his ass and watch him as he cums, humiliating him. It takes minutes before he slows down and comes to a stop. I drop to my knees and swallow the last few shots of his cum. His orgasmic screaming and moaning doesn't stop until his last drop is swallowed and I snap to get rid of my strap-on and nipple clamps.

  “I'll be back tomorrow, lover,” I say, cackling. I pull the boy over to me again, kissing him passionately while fondling his balls. As I disappear, I notice David seems weak and lost. But mostly, I notice that he definitely liked what I just did to him.

  Eat My Heart Out

  A Werewolf and Her Hunter

  Wren Winter

  Chapter 1

  You came onto my land. You
attacked me. And now, I will hunt you, and I will kill you!

  Four bloodied silver paws slam against the ground, willing a thin, shaggy wolf forward and away from the shewolf pursuing him. Her black paws are smaller, but still she is gaining on him.

  As they dash like devils through Koirankoppi Forest, their hateful growls bounce off the old and tangled trees, sending birds squawking into the evening sky.

  The black wolf has eyes so yellow that they are more like a cat's than a wolf's. She pants hard, her sharp teeth glistening with blood from the silver wolf's tail. She only got one nip out of him before he dashed off. If she catches him, she'll rip his guts out.

  She snaps her jaws, trying to catch his tail between them again, daring him to slow down to look back at her for even a second. A wolf that dares to step on another's land is a wolf that surely has a death wish.

  The silver wolf does glance back, and pays for his mistake dearly. She grabs his tail, pulling him back enough to sink her razor-sharp teeth into his rump. A yelp pierces the air, shrill and panicked. It's so familiar that it startles the black wolf, allowing the thinner one to escape once again.

  He spins, biting her front leg hard enough to make her pause before running off into the night, but she doesn't give up. The she-wolf follows his scent, quickly catching up to the wounded beast. She's too bloodthirsty to process his familiar scent and sound.

  Passing the wide Nymfi lake, lit up with lanterns but without the druids that usually spend the night in trance around it, the two wolves splash through soft mud and shallow puddles.

  The moon is only half full on this night. If it were full, these wolves would be wreaking true havoc, destroying plants and fighting to the death. Without that full lunar power, however, they can't use the rage within them to decide a fight. If they try that now, it will be deadly for both of them.