by Eden Redd
Aznara glanced at the man at her side. He was tall and thin with a well-defined neck. The man had short, sandy blonde hair, styled with the front looking like a small wave stuck in time. He wore normal clothes and a backpack over his shoulder. His expression was of soothing kindness, but Aznara couldn’t help feeling as though she had seen him before.
The man gave a disarming smile. “I mean no trouble. I could not let such a beautiful creature walk with such pain in her spirit.”
Aznara gave a sideways glance. “I’m fine.” The demoness said flatly.
“Lying to others only means you lie to yourself.” The stranger smirked.
“I didn’t ask for your opinion. I just want to be alone.” Aznara huffed.
“I don’t believe that but I will respect your decision. But before I go, may I have a kiss?”
Aznara turned to the thin man. Any other time she would have simply punched someone in the face for being so rude, especially a stranger, but there was some underlining heat rising to the surface and she found herself entranced by it. The man’s words vibrated through her like a warm gentle touch on a cold winter night. The oddness only faded into the background as her heartbeat thumped in her chest like she just finished running for miles. Without thinking, the succubus leaned in and kissed the stranger on the lips. It was only a peck, barely a second before she pulled away, confusion filling her eyes.
“Thank you.” The man bowed. “I wish you the best. I only hope you can overcome this terrible curse.”
Aznara had no idea what he was talking about. She was about to say something when the man turned and walked away. The succubus stood on the sidewalk, staring at the man as he walked to a corner, turned and was gone.
The succubus shrugged and continued to walk. The night was strange enough; she didn’t want to think about it anymore. Walking toward the college campus, Aznara tried to blank out her mind. The maddening feelings continued to swell in her heart. For the first time in her life, she truly felt lost.
Aznara heard the rustling of people as big hands emerged from a shadowy alley. Before she could cast a spell, several more hands reached out. A group of men rushed the demoness, taking hold of her and dragging her into the dark alley. Aznara struggled, her mouth shouting arcane words. A hand clamped over her mouth, causing the spell to fizzle. The succubus bit down hard, tasting blood. A man screamed and tried to pull his hand away but Aznara held on with sharp teeth. A fist slammed into her face but the succubus did not let go. A flurry of punches struck her head. Aznara let go and whipped her head around, trying to impale a fist with her horns. A punch to the gut caused all the air to rush out of her lungs.
Aznara grunted and tried to keep struggling. Another punch to the gut bent her over and she fell to her knees. Looking up, red irises stared at the group of men surrounding her. Billy gazed down with menace as he cracked his knuckles.
“You think you can get off that easy? You don’t have anyone now to help you. When we are done, you will wish you just simply sucked my cock like the little demon whore you are.”
Aznara kept her gaze on Billy. The thought of being taken angrily by the men surrounding her set her spirit on fire. Had this been any other time, she would have let them work out their animalistic urges on her body and beat the crap out of them afterwards but the principle, her loneliness, and unbridled rage she felt consumed every cell in her body. Tail twitching, Aznara’s body glowed hot and fingers curled.
“Billy, those hands will never be able to jerk your cock ever again.” Aznara hissed.
The brute gave her a confused look before his eyes went wide. The succubus pounced like a coiled tiger. One hand took hold of Billy’s thick throat while a fist slammed into his mouth, the strength in Aznara’s fist radiated into the human jaw, shattering teeth and sending them to the back of his throat. Billy made inhuman sounds as he stumbled back, hands clutching at his bloody face.
The group of men converged on the red-haired demoness. Aznara spat out arcane words and a ring of fire appeared around her body. Hands rushed into the flames and screams pierced the night. The succubus leered as she turned and rushed her attackers. Punching and kicking, she knocked two men away while four others tried to run. Aznara leapt onto one of the fleeing men’s backs, a flaming fist striking his head and setting his hair on fire. Leaping off, her body twirled midair and noticed Billy was making a run for it. Hand pointing, a fire bolt blasted out, striking the fleeing bully in the calf muscle. Billy went flailing onto the dirty alley floor.
Landing on her feet, Aznara spun around ready for anyone. To her dismay, the men had lost all their will to fight, fleeing into the darkness. The succubus turned to Billy as he tried to crawl away. Stepping closer to the fallen brute, the succubus gave a devilish smile.
“For centuries my kind had to fight our cruel intentions so other creatures would not hunt and kill us. But tonight I think I will let that side of myself out, for you Billy.”
“Stay away from me! The drunken brute groaned.
Aznara stepped over to Billy as he continued to crawl away. Lifting up her boot, she brought the heel down on Billy’s hand. The man screamed as blood poured from his mouth. The crunch of broken bone was unmistakable, Aznara grinded her heel into broken bone and shredded delicate muscle. Stepping around him, Aznara kicked his other hand out so she could get a clear line of sight. Stomping her heel onto his other hand, weeping moans echoed off the alley walls.
Aznara licked her lips as lust bled into her entire being. The pain and desire swirled to form a meal to her hungry wanting. Mad thoughts curled into her mind. She wanted nothing more than to turn the drunken brute onto his back and take him. Ancient heat cascaded through her body as her tail whipped about.
“Come here little one.” said a soothing and warm voice.
Aznara turned her head to see the stranger from before standing at the alley entrance. Hunger in her eyes, she sauntered to him, setting her sights on his delicious neck. The stranger showed no fear as the demoness moved closer with wet heat in her movements.
“The blood lust has taken hold. Follow me and we can help calm you down.” The stranger said and started walking.
Aznara was entranced. Following, wicked images played out. She wanted nothing more than to push the stranger to the ground and have her way with him. She would seduce him over and over again until he couldn’t walk anymore. Instead, the stranger’s voice seemed to keep her blood lust at bay, not completely but enough for his words to convince her to follow.
Walking two blocks, the stranger took Aznara’s hand and led her into a lavish hotel. The touch was too much for the demoness and she let out a shudder. Walking in, the man behind the main desk looked to the stranger and the succubus. Without a second glance, the desk attendant lowered his head as if he didn’t notice them.
The stranger gently pulled the dazed Aznara to the elevator and pressed the button to the penthouse. Aznara stared like a caged beast but somehow she had power to keep herself from launching herself on the handsome stranger.
“Let me take care of that.” The stranger smiled.
Pulling out a handkerchief, the stranger cleaned off the blood from Aznara’s knuckles.
“Who are you?” Aznara asked with a faraway whisper.
The man looked into her eyes and smiled. “Is a name important?”
Aznara’s body weaved a little. “No.” She said simply.
The stranger put his arm around the succubus’s shoulders. The elevator doors opened and they stepped out. Guiding the demoness, they reached a pair of dark wood doors. The stranger waved his hand and the doors opened. Stepping in, the doors closed behind them.
Aznara looked around the loft-like penthouse. It was similar to Reeko’s penthouse but she could see it contained a loft space with shelves and a large bed. Wall sized windows encircled the entire floor with shades half pulled down. The furniture looked like it came from the farthest reaches of Lurth. Statues of naked woman and men dotted the main living room. Large po
tted plants gave the room a crisp more natural look. The air carried wondrous scents. The succubus closed her eyes and took in a deep inhale so she could savor the exotic smells.
“Please make yourself comfortable.” The stranger said as he walked over to the large open kitchen. Pulling a bottle of wine from a cabinet, the stranger snapped his fingers and the cork popped off and floated to the island counter. Two wine glasses floated into view and landed on the counter. The stranger poured dark red wine into each glass.
Aznara walked to the large window and stared out. She could see Reeko’s penthouse next to the college campus. The stranger walked over and put a glass of wine in Aznara’s clawed hand. Without waiting, the stranger took a sip of his wine and stood at Aznara’s side, staring out.
“Why are you being so kind?” Aznara asked quietly.
“A man cannot be kind to a demoness in pain?”
“Your words make me feel dizzy.”
The man sighed. “Unfortunately I have little control over that. My time on Lurth has only made my voice more attractive with each passing year. Please have some wine.”
Aznara lifted the glass and took a deep sip. “I feel I know you.”
The stranger nodded. “That is our blood. It sings when our kind is close together.”
“I never felt it sing like this. My sister……” Aznara trailed off.
“You have grown accustomed to your sister’s blood over time. It happens to our kind. Be that as it may, you will never grow accustomed to mine. Enjoy it.”
Aznara turned to the stranger. Putting her wine down on a small nearby table, she pressed her hands against the stranger’s chest, running her fingers over his defined muscles. His clothes barely hid them as she pressed her fingers to him.
“I have been watching you for some time now.” The man smiled as Aznara ran her hands over him.
“You have? Why?” The succubus whispered, lost to his warmth.
“Why would I not? As king, it is my duty to care for my people.”
Aznara looked up into his eyes, heated dream-like memories rising to the surface. “King? We have no king.”
“You do my little one. You do.” The stranger said with playful amusement.
Three
Shock and awe washed over Aznara’s senses as she stared in disbelief. “King Ezra?”
The blonde man raised a hand and bowed his head. “Please, call me Ezra. No need for titles here.”
Aznara looked up to him, hands still on his rock hard body. “You are a legend. They told us your stories when we were little. I didn’t think you were real.”
Ezra took another sip of wine before speaking. “For the most part, I am a myth now. I haven’t allowed my true self to be seen in hundreds of years. It is better this way.”
“How can you be here? Why are you here? Why did you show yourself to me? How……” Aznara was politely cut off.
“I’m sure you have many questions. Let us start off slow and perhaps I can explain as we go.”
“As we go?”
Ezra nodded. “If I show my true self right away, you will not be able to control yourself.”
Aznara looked to him with wide eyes. “I don’t understand.”
“You will as we continue.” Ezra reached up and pressed his hand to the side of Aznara’s cheek. “You have the queen’s fiery spirit.”
The succubus pressed her cheek to his hand, soothing scents rising and calming her rapidly beating heart. Tail reaching around, it curled around Ezra’s leg. The blonde man continued to stroke her cheek with loving eyes.
“You and the queen haven’t been seen in hundreds of years.” Aznara said, barely fighting through Ezra’s intoxicating touch to speak.
“It has been closer to two thousand years.” Ezra sighed and continued. “One day we will find each other again and reunite our people.”
“How can you still be alive? How can any of this be possible?” The succubus purred with questions.
“I wish we had more time so I could explain it to you but events are in motion and I could not leave you without assistance.”
Aznara remained silent, lost to her king’s touch.
“Aznara, you have done a great service, fighting for what’s right and just in this world. It does not go unrecognized. Your love for a human man shows that our kind is ready to bridge our people with others. I wish to give you a gift before I move on.”
Aznara thought of Trystan and her heat cooled for a moment. “We love all creatures. I deserve no gift.”
Ezra looked to the succubus with understanding eyes. “There is love and then there is a selfless love. You have shown the power of opening your heart and truly not expecting anything in return. You care without the greedy lust that infects most of our people.”
Aznara lowered her eyes to his chest. “I am greedy. I want his love more than anything. I betrayed my sister for my love for him.”
“Your sister betrayed your bond and she will learn from her mistakes. A war is coming and sides will be chosen. Our kind cannot hope to survive now that greater beings are involved.”
Aznara pressed the side of her head to Ezra’s chest. “Damon Wick and his connection to the Dead Sea God. He wants to wipe out humanity.”
The king held Aznara close to him, breathing in her scent. “The actions of Damon Wick have broken the Harmony Accord. Greater beings are now interfering with natural events. It is why I’m here with you. Accept my small gift to you.”
The succubus pressed down on Ezra’s form, fingers pulling at his clothes, ready to rip them off. His touch and heat were beyond intoxicating. The demoness pulled harder, but his fingers pulled her back making her heart melt with wet desire. Eyes half closed, she pressed her head to his chest once again, breathing faster than normal.
“I will do anything for you my king. I only wish for a chance to taste you as our people have talked about for centuries. I dreamed like most young succubi, wanting you to come into our rooms during the night to make us whole, filling us with your seed like the legends from the first kingdom.”
Ezra held Aznara close, a loving smile on his lips. “Then you shall have it my little one. Be my lover for the night and we shall dream with our bodies entwined.”
The succubus could not contain herself any longer. Claws ripped at her king’s clothing. Ezra whispered a word and his clothing faded from sight. Aznara pulled until his clothing disappeared from her hands. Staring at him, her eyes watered with a wanting hunger, needing to be satisfied. A tail snaked back and forth behind a perfect body. Points appeared on Ezra’s forehead, black horns pushing out and shining in the comfortable light. Eyes glowed with golden irises, ears taking on slight points.
“My Incubus King.” Aznara said in a sultry voice, falling to her knees.
“My little one, please your king and you shall receive your gifts and my seed.”
On her knees, Aznara stared at her king’s throbbing demon member. It pulsed and hung with a downward curve, veins raised along the shaft. The succubus quickly took off her clothes, eyes never leaving the thick member. Clothes thrown aside, the succubus stayed on her knees, timidly reaching out and touching it. Growing up she knew the legends. She often masturbated to the images she conjured up but they paled in comparison. Sliding fingers along his cock, she let her tongue slip out to lick the tip.
Red nipples pointed as the succubus savored her king’s powerful musk. Aznara’s other hand reached down between her naked thighs, touching her already wet valley. Fingers sliding along her opening, bliss flared from her lips and her touch. Ezra stood letting her play with the tip, eyes amused.
Pressing her lips around the end, Aznara hungrily sucked inch after inch into her tight mouth. Tongue licking and sliding along the thick shaft, she moved her mouth as far as she could. Gently bobbing her head, she moaned as his taste made her eyes roll into her head.
“You have the queen’s mouth as well. How I wish she was here so you could both compare.” Ezra said as his tail coiled fr
om behind, the end stroking Aznara’s cheek.
The taste and power rolling off Ezra’s body was all encompassing. There was no doubt in Aznara’s mind who he was. The longer she tasted him, the deeper the connection. Legends spoke of his power to seduce and she felt his power consume her. She would happily drink his seed until the end of time. To be a concubine for the Incubus King was the greatest honor a succubus could achieve. Mana flared and flowed, sinking into Ezra’s cock, filling it with mysterious royal power.
Aznara whined as she sucked harder, wanting his golden seed in her mouth and down her throat, warming her belly. Wet sounds rose up between them as she tried to tease his seed out. A drop of pre-come touched her tongue. The succubus’s moans turned into muffled screams. One drop sent her over the edge, her own orgasm blinding her with a touch of ecstasy, rubbing her throbbing nub harder, the demoness wanted more and more.
Energy whipped and lashed about into explosions. The succubus pulled from her king’s member and fell onto her back, sliding fingers along her clit, eyes shut and breathing fast. Writhing on the floor, she orgasm again and let out a shrill moan.
Ezra looked down at the writhing Aznara, bent his knees and scooped her up into his arms. Holding her to his chest, he walked to the staircase to the upper loft section of the penthouse. Aznara laid her head against his chest, fingering herself to heated moans. She had never known bliss like that before. It caused her to move uncontrollably, unable to stop herself.
The incubus laid the succubus on the vast bed. Crawling in, clawed hands parted thighs. Ezra stared as Aznara furiously rubbed herself, licking his own lips. Mouth parted, a long forked tongue snaked out. The tongue moved like a tentacle, pushing away Aznara’s wet fingers and sliding along her pink line. Pressing along her folds, his tongue grazed her throbbing clit and she cried out, clutching at the bed sheets.
Tongue slipping back into his mouth, he pressed the side of his head against her inner thigh. “I shall have to give your gift to you slowly.”