by Emma Jaye
“So, no one touched him? Silas, can you confirm?” Fabian said.
Silas stepped out of the shadows, but he ignored Ezra. “We all looked and touched him, while he was under the influence of the human drug, but there was no penetration. The drug appeared to remove his mental inhibitions as every time we used it, he became physically aroused while semi-conscious.”
“Ever thought it might be a physical effect of the drug?” Ezra ground out, but they ignored him.
“And?” Fabian arched an eyebrow at his son. Ezra wanted the stone to crack and the earth to swallow him up as they discussed him as if he were a breeding bull.
“Impressive. Even virtually unconscious, if one of us found him attractive, he was hard and tried to rut against anything he could.”
“Thank you, and I appreciate your restraint; it can’t have been easy.”
“No, father, it wasn’t. He’s an enticing morsel. We were severely tested.”
Morsel? You fucking bastard. I’m such a stupid shit, I believed all those lies, those ‘my dears’. Shame for being out-manipulated by a vampire twisted his gut. As a sex demon, getting people to accept behaviour against their moral code should be his forte. Instead, he and his mother had danced to these bastards’ tune. Not anymore.
Fabian continued. “I appreciate your service. Considering this new information, it’s time to get on with things before our poor toy becomes any more distressed from his enforced abstinence. We wouldn’t want to be cruel, would we?”
CHAPTER 9
“On his feet, please.”
The vampires on either side hauled him upright as if he weighed nothing. Unlike Silas and Fabian, they were the same height as him, but their strength was fearsome. Trying to compete in strength would be stupid.
The vampire leader ambled around him as if he had all the time in the world. Every muscle tense, Ezra imagined Fabian considering what to do to him first. Whatever he did, the conclusion would be inevitable.
One penetration, one orgasm, and Ezra would be craving this bastard’s attention, as well as every other vampire in the room. His dream of being a ‘human’ businessman was fast disappearing over the horizon, but he wasn’t ready to capitulate yet. Keeping the picture of the line of stinking fat old men waiting to fuck his mother firmly in mind, he bowed his head and let his shoulders droop in defeat.
Stephen relaxed his grip. Ezra wrenched his arm out of his hold. Triumph washed over him as he put all his weight into punching Bones.
A vicelike grip fastened around his wrist before it connected, and another hand grabbed his hair pulling his head up and exposing his throat. His breath came in short sharp gasps as Fabian leaned in close.
Ezra hadn’t even seen the senior vampire move. I’m so very fucked.
“And that’s five. I’m so going to enjoy you,” Fabian said. “It’s as if you’re picking up what turns us on and then doing your best to fulfil our fantasies. I thought sex demons chose to seduce their partners, but you’re not doing it on purpose, are you?”
He leaned in and whispered into Ezra’s ear, “Keep up the good work.”
No, no that can’t be it, can it?
“You’re wrong. I don’t want this, not now, not ever,” Ezra said, pouring every ounce of conviction he could muster into his words.
“Who are you trying to convince, me or yourself? I may not be able to detect lust as you can, but I’ve got eyes and a nose.” Fabian focused on the bulge in Ezra’s trousers.
Ezra gritted his teeth, almost bursting blood vessels in an attempt to wipe that superior expression away with his fist. The vampires held him tight; he couldn’t move a fraction of an inch.
Fabian sighed. “This is becoming tiresome. I suggest you stick to what your good at, which isn’t violence in case you haven’t reached that conclusion on your own.”
Ezra grasped for arguments that might stop, or at least delay this. What can I promise, what would they want more than me? A sex demon who actually wants to be here? But the only other sex demon he knew was his mother, and from the disparaging remarks, they wouldn’t want her back anyway.
Maybe if I’m a terrible fuck, they’ll get bored and let me go. Then again, they might kill me. Even if they throw me out, I’ll have to cope with the activation hunger on my own. If what mother said is true, I’ll probably die trying to find enough food by myself. But what if the hunger’s not as bad as mother said? She’s lied to me before.
“Do you know what’s going to happen to you?” Fabian asked, breaking his whirlwind thoughts.
There’s no way I’m saying it.
“You’re going to tell me this is a prank, apologise and take me back to the train station?”
Sniggers came from the shadows, and a line appeared between Fabian’s eyebrows. “If I wanted a jester, I would have found myself one.”
The laughter stopped as if it had never happened.
“By sunrise, ever clan member will know the taste of your blood, and every male will have expended his lust in your body. We will know and own every part of you.”
Ezra gaze shot to the darkness. How many are there?
Fabian watched him closely.
If the vampire expected him to beg and snivel he would be disappointed. These bastards would get no satisfaction from him. His voice and mind were the only weapon he possessed. Being reasonable and trying to establish a rapport hadn’t worked, so he pulled another manipulation technique out of his fast diminishing bag of options.
“Is this what you do? I’m eighteen for fuck’s sake. How old are you? A thousand? Two? It’s fucking pathetic that the leader of the Supernatural Council gets his kicks by scaring the shit out of a youngster who’s never even visited a market on his own. Where’s the challenge in that for you big bad vampires? Do yourself a favour, be an adult for once and let me get back to my life. If you leave me alone I won’t say a damn thing about all this. Besides, I’ll be dead in about sixty years, so you won’t have to worry about me for long.”
Fabian frown deepened. “Why dead in sixty years? Your mother claimed you were completely healthy in her letters.”
Before Ezra could answer, Silas appeared out of the shadows and spoke into his father’s ear. Fabian blinked.
“Really?” he asked his son.
“On my honour, that’s what he said.”
Fabian made a shooing motion, and the dark-haired vampire returned to the shadows.
Stroking his chin, the senior vampire examined Ezra with renewed interest.
“A sex demon who wants to remain a virgin is an interesting concept. I’m half tempted to let you go, monitor how long you last before your basic nature takes over.”
Hope blazed in Ezra’s heart. “I’ll do it, I promise you. What my mother does disgusts me; I want nothing to do with that life. I want to make a difference to people. I’m going to start a company, employ people, help them raise their families, I–”
Fabian stalked up to him, leaving less than an inch between them. Ezra wanted to step back, to put some distance between himself and this overwhelming personality. Fabian smelled clean, looked clean, looked... intense. Anyone would think the vampire wouldn’t even glance in Ezra’s direction, and yet, here he was, the sole focus of this powerful being.
What does he look like naked?
Stop it. His interest is not flattering and it’s not what I want.
Stephen and Bones held Ezra steady as he tried to move away from the temptation.
“Had you met a vampire before Silas?”
“Why?” Ezra asked.
Fabian’s smile was so condescending Ezra itched to wipe it off his face.
“Because it means you don’t know us. I, on the other hand, have met dozens of your kind over my life, not that there are many left now. Whether you are high-class courtesans, back street whores or harem owners, sex demons are built to please. You were created for the carnal pleasure of others, not for scrubbing away at menial jobs with filthy humans.
“Your mot
her’s strategy to keep you pure for me was to isolate you, from all but the occasional near senile human servant. She spent your early years collecting a new group of addicted humans. The group she had when she came to us formed a deposit of sorts for our contract.”
Ezra’s mouth fell open. He didn’t like the men who pawed his mother, but that she’d gifted their predecessors to be vampire food horrified him. Because of the addiction, they would have followed her like homing pigeons or died trying. The poor infatuated bastards hadn’t had a hope.
“Are you listening to me?” Fabian’s sharp voice snapped his attention back to the vampire.
“She gave her lovers to you to kill?”
Fabian sighed as if Ezra’s concern for his mother’s victims was a distasteful aberration.
“Humans provide sustenance for demons just as cattle provide sustenance for humans. It’s the natural chain of existence,” Fabian explained as if talking to a toddling child.
“It is your mother who is responsible for this defiance, this lack of enthusiasm to be what you are; it’s not your true nature. But I promise you that her attempt to ruin you, to have us return you to her as unsatisfactory, won’t succeed. We will be keeping you, ensuring you become the demon you should be.”
“Bollocks,” Ezra spat at him. Fabian smiled as if Ezra had proved his point.
“We will be doing you, and your species, a great service. Without a single vascellum in existence, your kind can’t even reproduce without our help. You need us to prevent you joining the likes of the woolly mammoth and the dodo. In time, you’ll appreciate the limitless food and protection we provide. I will purchase some succubi for you to perpetuate your species.” Fabian smiled as if bestowing the greatest favour in the world on him.
“Aren’t you listening?” Ezra snapped. “If I don’t want to be a demon, why would I want to breed more of them?”
Fabian blinked. “I apologise for letting your mother rear you. Your mind has clearly been poisoned by being forced to be overly familiar with humans. She could at least have found you a shifter as a pet.”
“Talking to humans let me learn about the world, the real world. Besides, I’m as near human as I can be, and I’m going to stay that way.” Saying it out loud helped bolster his resolve. Hopefully his confidence would rub off on them; maybe they’d believe his life choice was possible.
The vampire turned to the shadows. “I should have known attempting to reason with a toy as if it were truly intelligent was pointless. Strip him.”
Ezra twisted, snarled, swore and kicked, as the two vampires holding him tore at his clothes.
“Hold his head,” Fabian instructed.
Ezra found himself staring into a pair of glowing eyes. His mother seldom used compulsion, she said it was tiring, but he had seen it once when she tried to negotiate a better price with the coal man. His eyes had glazed over, but then he’d shaken his head and refused her suggested lower price for fuel and her body. Ezra had secretly cheered. All it had taken to throw off a demon’s compulsion had been a man’s loyalty to his family, his principles. Ezra might not have family loyalty, but he had buckets of principles.
“Stay still.”
Ezra’s mind felt full of marshmallow, sticky and fuzzy. His body relaxed before he gritted his teeth and managed to close his eyes. The effort left him hanging in the grip of the vampires, panting.
“Interesting. He possesses more spirit than I thought possible in a sex demon. But I’m afraid that makes five.”
“Five what?” Ezra gasped out. Resisting Fabian had been harder than he imagined. It was like swimming in treacle.
“Morvan, Robert, assist them.”
Within seconds, he was naked and alone in the centre of the room except for his guards.
A hum from the darkness made him flinch. This is happening; this is really happening.
To his utter horror, despite being in full view of his abusers, his dick hardened to half-mast. The damn thing had a mind of its own.
“I apologise for the bruises, my Lord. I underestimated my strength and his... tenderness,” Morvan said from behind Ezra.
Fabian walked closer again. “You are forgiven. After meeting him, I can appreciate your difficulties. Entertaining his mad notion to remain a juvenile would be wicked. With that mouth, left to his own devices, I doubt he would’ve made a decade of life let alone a normal human lifespan. Even as an adult incubus, he will be barely stronger than a human although his healing ability will be useful.”
Ezra’s heart sped up, and he swallowed hard. “What... what do you mean, useful?”
“Simply that you will be paying for our benevolent protection and your sustenance in ways that you may find... uncomfortable at times.”
Ezra clung to one last thread of hope. “You didn’t hurt my mother.”
Fabian nodded as if speaking to an imbecile. “That’s right, we didn’t, because obtaining a fresh young toy was always my goal. I was a little disappointed when I found out you were male, but now, I’m not so sure I shouldn’t have been hoping for an incubus all along.”
Ezra had forgotten he was naked until Fabian slowly looked him up and down.
“Leaving you with your mother might have been a mistake, but I don’t think you would have survived your childhood had we raised you here as Morvan suggested. You’re far more appealing than she ever was, and as for your father–”
Ezra’s mind stalled for a moment. Every time Ezra had asked about his other parent, his mother had replied, ‘He doesn’t matter; it was a one-time arrangement to get you, my darling.’
“He was really here?” Ezra blurted.
Fabian’s lips twitched. “That’s usually how reproduction works. I fear your education has been sadly neglected. In order to make a little sex demon, you need an incubus and a succubus, and they have a ‘special time’ together.”
Sycophantic laughter ran around the room.
“Is he still here, can I meet him?” The questions rushed to get out of his mouth.
Fabian leaned in again. “If you’re a good little fuck toy, I might tell you.”
“You bastard,” Ezra choked out.
“No, pretty toy, that would be you. Your mother didn’t even ask his name. She merely climbed on board, while he was chained on his back, like the slut she is.”
Fabian glanced over Ezra’s shoulder. “Wash it.”
A sponge slapped against his back. At least the water was warm.
“I can wash myself,” he snapped.
“You lost that option by not taking it earlier. I suggest you don’t refuse the privilege of being clean when its offered in future,” Robert said from behind him.
Doing mental math helped distract him until whoever wielded the sponge reached his buttocks. He tried to twist away, but they held him tight as hands kneaded his flesh. When the sponge pressed between his cheeks, his body tensed, and his dick slapped against his belly. His dick and balls were next, and to his shame, he found himself tilting his hips up to get a little more pressure.
Being treated like this shouldn’t turn me on. The thought was there, but it had lost the punch it’d had earlier. The lust haze in the cellar had risen during his sponge bath; he imagined everyone wanting to be Robert.
The hands of the three vampires touching his bare skin heated his soul with their desire. The lust in the room was sinking into him, smothering his senses, his mind.
It must be because I’m dehydrated, and I haven’t eaten since... Has it been two days or more? Besides, that drug is probably still affecting me. I can’t possibly want any of these fanged bastards to touch me.
“Robert, enough; you’ll have your turn,” Fabian said sharply.
Fabian’s eyes focused on Ezra’s genitals. If anyone touched his dick now, he was sure he’d come. He couldn’t let his stupid body dictate his future. I’m better than being a willing fuck toy like mother. That his father had been forced to sire him was a strange comfort. He didn’t give in, and neither will I.
Fabian walked forward with purpose, his gaze on Ezra’s straining cock. The stab of desire the hungry expression produced scared the hell out of Ezra.
CHAPTER 10
Fabian strolled around him. Ezra fought to calm his breathing, tried not to give them his fear, his excitement. But his heart pumped overtime. Fabian’s hunger radiated into Ezra’s soul; but was it his blood or his body the ancient demon wanted? The first option scared him, the second, although he hated to admit it, turned him on. No, I’m not that person, I can’t be, I–
The hairs on the back of Ezra’s neck rose as the vampire paused behind him. Feet and clothing rustled in the darkness. The powerful being must be staring at his goose-pimpled, wet, shivering backside, and he was undressing.
The desire in the room wrapped around him, tried to invade his body and mind. Ezra resisted by concentrating on the fat, smelly old men who visited his mother. It’s disgusting; I don’t want this. But to his horror, his hole clenched, and a drop of slick ran down his leg. Don’t notice, don’t notice, he chanted to himself.
“I wish you could see how beautiful you are,” Fabian’s wistful voice came from behind him. “Maybe then, you’d understand a little more. It’s such a shame to mark your perfect skin, but the time has come.”
Ezra shivered at the desire and threat in the voice. Fabian didn’t sound like the coarse, braggarts who visited his mother. For a fraction of a second, he wanted everything Fabian threaten, everything he promised.
How can I think like that? Snap out of Erotes. It’s just their lust affecting you. You’re better than him, better than her. My body he might get, but I’ll never give up my mind. The vow settled him. His father had resisted, and he’d been a full incubus who needed their lust to live.
“Are you ready, Silas?” Fabian asked.