Succubus Awakens

Hey all, been a while. This one is a little different than the usual harem. Female protag, a lot of sex but also a lot of story. It could be in erotic couplings, group sex, taboo (not incest), lesbian, though I’m putting it in Sci-fi fantasy like usual. It has MF, MFF, and FF scenes in it. It was a story I had to write and just wouldn’t leave my mind, and it stands on its own. It’s just short of sixty thousand words so it’s a full novel. I don’t have any more story to it, though if it hits me I’ll add another book or two.

Oh, no sex under eighteen in here, even if it does start out in a high school, everyone involved are seniors about to graduate or older. As usual, I look forward to your feedback!

Enjoy!

Succubus Awakens

Alexis Black: Book One

Copyright 2020. This is a work of fiction. Names, Characters, Places and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without permission.

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Chapter One – Caught

The room was bare, save the single metal table bolted down to the floor, and the three chairs. I was sitting on the proverbial wrong side of that table, as I spared a glance at the wide one-way mirror on one of the walls, and then I made a face as I looked up at the camera. The room looked to have seen better days, with faded light brown paint on the walls, and a lot of scuff marks and scratches both on the metal table and floor.

It truly looked like a movie set for a bad cop show. Regardless, I could sense the witch and shifter arrive, could feel them through the mirror. Something only my kind and Nephilim could do, at least without spells, scents, and other indicators being involved.

I also felt naked. I was clothed, not naked in that way. I had on a prison orange jumpsuit that my kind hosts had lent for my use, and if I may toot my own horns, I made it look damned good. The mirror showed a young woman just barely past the cusp of womanhood, which was far from the truth. Midnight hair, intense violet eyes, the face of an angel, and a body that even the orange shapeless garment couldn’t hide. I was on the petite side at five foot four, but my body was all sumptuous and proudly supple curves that gave me an exaggerated hourglass figure.

No, it was the lack of all my usual fae enchantments, and the betraying cute and short red horns on my head that told the world and everyone around me the other side of the mirror of my true nature, that made me feel naked. My mother had been fae, though I’d never met her, but my father had been a demon. It’d been quite a surprise, when the horns had grown in at sixteen and I’d grown a body built for sin.

Not to mention my crazy libido, one that I’d fought for two long years.

I was also confused, as a rule, half demons were killed on sight as a matter of course. I objected to that policy, since I didn’t feel evil myself, but I might as well protest against the sun rising in the east every morning. The Nephilim led the city councils, and the fae, vampires, shifters, and witches followed their lead. Or they died.

Nephilim were self-righteous assholes.

The humans had gone along with that bullshit genocidal policy because they’d been starstruck by the damned Nephilim and their pedigree as the sons and daughters of angels. Ever since emergence had happened two years ago. That’d been quite a thing, almost a full sixth of Manhattan had gone up in hellfire, it’d been impossible to cover up even for witchcraft and vampire compulsion. I honestly liked humans though, I couldn’t blame them for being dumb enough to fall for the press put out by the half children of angels.

It’d only been my fae magic and glamour that had kept me safe as long as it had. It was the one magic that was easy, glamour was as natural as breathing for a fae. Otherwise I’d have been screwed, because I didn’t know much about magic back then, but I’d already been hiding my pointed ears since I was a young child in the human world, so hiding a couple of horns had been no big deal, if a bit freaky.

I also had very little personal power in the moment, which was how they’d caught me. I’d let myself grow careless, too arrogant, and I’d pushed my magic too hard the last three days. For money, what a stupid and venal reason to die. When the hunter team and raid had come, I hadn’t had a chance in fighting back, at least not hard enough to take down the full team. Which annoyed me, but what I couldn’t figure out was why they hadn’t slit my throat yet, after taking me down.

My power was also being drained by one of their enchantments right at the moment, to keep me nice and safe, and helpless for them. Magic naturally regenerated over time.

I also spared a thought for my companions. Were they alive as well, or had the council put them down already? There was no doubt they were marked for death, merely disagreeing with the council could get a supernatural killed. The first amendment most definitely did not apply in my dangerous world despite living in the United States of America, and me and mine had broken more serious laws than that.

The door opened, and the witch and shifter walked in. The former about twenty-five years old in human appearance which would put her in her forties. She was attractive, five foot eight with golden blonde hair and light gray eyes that were narrowed with disgust in the moment. She had a faux innocent beauty with soft cheekbones and a heart shaped face. Her body was lissome, all soft curves, with average breasts.

I held my face neutral, even though I felt her attraction to my body, the last thing I wanted to do was piss her off, too much, anyway. My powers as a fae included glamour, speed, and an intrinsic connection to nature. I was also capable of nature spells, and potion making. It was that former that had allowed me to hide myself by disguising my demonic scent markers and horns. But the receptive empathy came from the other side of the equation.

The shifter was ruggedly handsome, with a hint of boyishness at about the same age. He had brown hair and golden-brown eyes that looked cold in the moment, but I imagined like all shifters they burned hot a lot of the time. He was built, really hot, and a few fantasies flitted through my head, and the witch was involved in most of them.

I’d always been like that, ever since my demon side came in at sixteen. I’d always kept it suppressed, and I swallowed the flirty quips that came easily and often to my tongue. Everyone had that one person in their life that turned almost everything into sexual innuendo and sensual teasing, well that was me for my circle of friends. My mind was usually in the gutter, and I had absolutely no shame when it came to sexuality or flirting… at least in my head I didn’t. I still retained a modicum of modesty, only revealing that side of me fully when in bed.

The witch started.

“Alexis Black. Twenty-two. Been on the run for three years, since late eighteen, when you caused quite a ruckus at your high school in the latter part of your senior year,” she shook her head in mock shock as she clucked her tongue, “Half fae, and from what we know half succubus.”

“And you are?” I asked coquettishly.

She scowled, but the shifter answered, “Dennis Franken, and Gale Francis. Council investigators.”

Gale continued, “Guilty of illegal potion trafficking on the black market. Participating in an underground fight club. There’s also the not so small matter of your birth.”

Right. After emergence witches started to sell potions to humans, since the whole supernatural world had been revealed. Of course, the best and most sought after potions had been regulated with the humans’ help, for their supposed safety, but it was really so that the upper-class witches could corner the market. That had inevitably led to a black market, and for someone like me on the run it was one of the few fast and easy ways to make money, if you had the magic to brew potions, that is.

The supernatural community was a complicated place, and as a half anything that put you at the bottom. I certainly wouldn’t be welcomed in any fae mounds, even if I wasn’t half demoness.

As to participating in a fight club, that was a stretch. The only fighters were shifters, they needed the release of it, of a good knock down brawl for their instincts. If they didn’t feed their violent instincts piecemeal and in a controlled way, they’d eventually snap and start killing just about anyone.

For pack shifters they’d find that in their pack, and pack dominance. But for half shifters or even full shifters that were bitten by rogues or not welcome in a pack for some reason or another, they had to find that outlet elsewhere. That led to underground fight clubs, where bloodthirsty rich humans got to enjoy watching a hell of a fight. Not to mention corrupt councils taking bribes.

Point being, my participation in it was simply being there, and selling potions. Not that they would care about that distinction and it was pointless to argue about anyway. I’d already earned my death, what was one more capital offense? Both how I was born, and peddling illegal potions were more than enough reason to kill me. Either reason would be enough, which led back to my confusion. Why the hell was I still alive?

Dennis growled, “Nothing to say?”

I shrugged, and I pointed at my horns. Honestly, that was all that mattered. Their rules and laws were corrupt and self-serving to those in power, almost everything was a capital offense in my world, what did it matter what they thought.

Gale scowled, “You will answer our questions.”

I looked her over and then looked at Dennis, and said sultrily, “No.”

Gale shook her head, “What the hell do you mean, no?”

I said patiently, “I was answering his question. I have nothing to say about the charges.”

Gale peered at me like I’d been torturing kittens.

“There is no hope for parole, but we will be merciful when the time comes if you tell us what we want to know.”

I nodded. Of course, they wanted information from me. That was the only thing that made sense as to why I wasn’t dead yet, and my mind spun in circles as I came up with a plan. A horrible plan, one that was surely doomed to failure, but worst case I was dead anyway. All I had was desperation at that point.

Though, I also couldn’t imagine what information I had that they would find important.

“What is it you want to know?”

Gale narrowed her eyes, “Just like that?”

I shrugged, “Not happy about it, or at the prospect of dying afterward, but it’s not like you can’t drag anything you want out of me with magic and torture. I’d prefer to avoid that, and I’ll answer all of your questions honestly. I am half fae, or did you forget that?”

I didn’t really like to lie, though I was like most fae in that I was fairly facile with my tongue when it came to leading people to the wrong conclusion with the truth. That wouldn’t really help me here though, council investigators knew all the fae tricks that way, and they knew how to ask questions that couldn’t be abused in that way.

Dennis accused, “You seem awfully calm, for a nasty demon about to meet their end.”

I frowned, “There’s no need to get personal. Besides, don’t confuse controlled discipline of mind, with calm.”

Gale said, “You may be half fae, but you’re also half demon.”

I smiled at her alluringly, “True, but my demon side much prefers pleasure over pain.”

She snorted, but I felt the low level surge of lust from her, and smiled wider, knowingly.

I added, “Shall we get on with it, or would you like to… investigate that aspect of my nature more… thoroughly?”

Dennis snorted, “So you can suck out my soul, no thanks.”

I sighed, the morons believed their own press. Suck out souls? Granted, that was possible, but it wasn’t something I’d ever done. I’d compare it to the left-hand path of witchcraft, sacrificial power and summoning evil for power, and it was a part of my nature that would twist me and truly make me evil. In truth, I stuck to the right-hand path, or at least what I saw as the right-hand path for one of my kind.

To be fair, half succubae children were extremely rare, more often than not demons are summoned by fae or witches for power, and in that case another type demon was far more appropriate to that end. They also usually killed us on sight, so it wasn’t like they did any research.

Lastly, I was bored with their paranoid questions, I wished they’d get to the point. At the same time, the longer they dallied with stupid ass observations and questions before getting to the point the better chance I had of living just a little longer.

“I’ve never killed in that way, nor would I.”

It also wasn’t on the table, sex would recharge me in moments, instead of days, and would no doubt destroy the enchantments on my wrists. I was hot, but no one was that hot, and neither of them would take that risk just to use my body.

Dennis looked at me with disgust, but like his partner I could feel his attraction.

“I find that hard to believe.”

Gale cleared her throat, “Your powers. Hellfire, which you used to kill half the team’s shifters.”

Dennis growled at that, as if being reminded of that little fact made him want to tear my throat out.

“True.”

Gale frowned, “What others do you possess?”

I said, “Basic fae talents with glamour, nature magic, enchantment, and potion brewing. On my demon side, empathy, enthrallment, and hellfire.”

Enthrallment was a tiny bit like compulsion. Except it was both more honest and more horrible at the same time. A victim of compulsion won’t remember being told to do something and it will seem like their idea. A victim of enthrallment will do it for me, against their will even, out of lust, desire, and an unnatural loyalty. It was a power I very rarely used.

Another way to say it is compulsion affects the mind, and enthrallment affected the soul.

I added, “And of course, feeding, restoring, and even growing my power through sex.”

That last one, the permanent power growth, was by very small degrees, unless of course I swallowed a whole soul which would grant a significant increase in power. But power wasn’t everything, and swallowing souls whole would twist my own mortal soul. The power of a succubus was not straightforward. Like most things in life, it was complicated, there was a balance, debt, and payment to it, at least in the way I did it, when it came to my lovers. Maybe it was hubris, but it kept my soul clean. Although, I supposed god would be the final judge of that when I finally stood before him.

Gale frowned, “What about permanent enthrallment?”

I tilted my head, “No idea what you’re talking about.”

Dennis snorted even more violently.

I frowned as I looked at him, “Can you not smell the truth on the air, dog?”

Gale touched his arm, probably to stop him from breaking my face as he stepped forward with a growl. Wolf shifters really hated being called dogs. They were too, even more indiscriminate than I was, and I was a sex demon. So they were dogs in the literal and figurative sense. At least, until they’d found their soul mate, the one their wolf picked as their mate, then they were steadfast and loyal.

But until then they were bigger sluts than I was.

“From our records, a succubus can permanently enthrall a person while using their enthrallment power, but only while simultaneously feeding during sex. It sets a permanent connection. They’ll always obey your orders, you can feed from them at any time over a distance, even communicate with them, and their souls literally become an extension of yours, unto death. It’s also impossible to trace and detect, or at least current witchcraft isn’t up to the task. Apparently one of your kind took hundreds of council hunters and even a few councilors down with them a few thousand years ago.”

I snorted myself, “That’s convenient, very boogieman under the bed. If you can’t detect it then there’s no way to prove it either way.”

Then my mind put it together, and I figured out that suspected power was why I was still alive. They were probably trying to figure out how I’d stayed one step ahead of them the last three years. Feared that I had set permanent enthrallments as spies in their ranks, and worried if they slit my throat a bunch of their own might just keel over dead too.

Which meant if the power did exist then they’d be investigating it and experimenting on me to learn how to find and trace it. To me though, the whole thing sounded completely ridiculous. Another of the council’s lies and manipulations to stay in power. They also said half-demons would start the apocalypse, but for some reason I just hadn’t gotten to that task yet over the last three years of running around free either.

Yes, that was totally sarcasm.

More than that, if I did have them wouldn’t I be able to feel them? I could literally pull power from them all right now if she was right, and then destroy the enchantments and fight my way out of here. The only supernatural that was a threat to me were other half demons and Nephilim, shifters, vampires, witches, and even fae had no chance against me, if I’d had any magic that is.

I shrugged, “I’ve never heard of it, so if I do have some out there then I certainly didn’t do it on purpose. It’s not like my dad trained me, nor did my power come with an instruction manual. That said, I honestly don’t think it’s a thing, but I can’t guarantee it either. No one can prove a negative.”

What I said was the truth, but my belief was this was partially false pride on their parts. They were looking for some excuse to explain the failures of not taking me down sooner. Of failing to apprehend me in their succubus-hunt. Usually their demon hunts were short and final. That ridiculous power I’d never heard of even as a succubus myself gave them an excuse to forgive their ineptitude, or my superiority in my evasion of them.

Of course the truth was obvious. It was being half-fae that allowed me to evade them, with glamour. Most half demons were half human, and they couldn’t hide their horns or their scents. Much less look like completely different people.

At the same time, I couldn’t prove that power didn’t exist, or that they were wrong. More importantly for the moment, is a little doubt was a good thing from my side of things. After all, if I convinced them that wasn’t a possible danger then they’d have no reason not to slit my throat and incinerate my corpse before the sun rose tomorrow.

Gale grimaced, “We have no choice, we can’t take the chance. She could’ve fucked her way through whole councils, enthralling, fucking and permanently enslaving them.”

I frowned, “Except I’m telling the truth, doggy can smell it. If I did enthrall someone permanently, it wasn’t on purpose.”

Dennis didn’t take the bait this time, “You’re very controlled as you said earlier, and even shifter senses can be fooled. I don’t imagine a facile fae and evil demon would think twice about deceiving, and the latter might even believe their own twisted lies.”

I shrugged, “You’d know if you didn’t kill us all on sight.”

Gale shook her head, “He’s right, we can’t hang that many possible lives on the idea a shifter’s nose is infallible.”

“Then why bother talking? I’ve told you nothing but truth, as I see it.”

Gale sighed, “In the hope you would admit it. So we wouldn’t have to do what we need to do.”

I frowned as a chill went down my spine.

“What are you going to do?”

Gale said distastefully, “We have no choice, we’ll have to review all your memories relating to and around your feeding. That will tell us if you set any permanent enthrallments.”

I shook my head, “Let me be very clear. I agreed to share nothing but truth and answer your questions. I do not consent to any such thing.”

Dennis snorted, and that time he did slap me and ring my bell pretty hard.

I blew him a kiss.

Dennis growled, “You don’t get a choice.”

Gale shook her head, “Like I want to see that, feel your nasty feelings and thoughts while you preyed on innocents and took pleasure in it?”

I rolled my eyes. I really wasn’t that bad. In fact, I wasn’t even really a slut. I just… wanted to be one, sometimes. My appetites and desires were strong, but that didn’t mean I was a slave to them, nor did I believe I was corrupted.

Point is, how dare the bitch act put out, and like she was the victim here, they were about to rape my mind.

I was disgusted by the idea of them seeing all that, my true thoughts, my insecurities back when all of this had started. When I’d had no damned clue what was going on at all, or how my power worked. All I knew back then was I’d had pointed ears all my life, had grown horns two years before at sixteen, and that I could make people see illusions, I hadn’t even really known I was fae, growing up in a human household.

It’d also been two years before emergence day, before the humans found out about us. I also hadn’t used or found out about hellfire yet, or enthrallment. All I knew was I was a lot more obsessed with the idea of sex than my best friend, or even most guys I knew, but I’d hidden and suppressed all that. I’d been embarrassed by it, wondering why I wanted to be such a slut, and I’d heavily edited my speech.

In fact, I’d kind of been the good girl in the public view. Smart, sexy but conservative dress, in line to graduate near the top of my class and go to college the next year. I was even a tutor for goodness sake, which was what got me into trouble in the first place.

It was just behind closed doors, that I was almost constantly jilling myself off in my private moments. I’d also used bananas and cucumbers to master my cock-sucking techniques, long before I’d felt a hard yet velvety soft fleshy pole slide into my throat. I used to cum on my fingers, imagining they were real cocks, but I showed none of that dark need in me to my friends.

Damn, I pushed that out of my head, I was getting wet thinking about it. Point was, I didn’t want this shifter and witch seeing that either, how vulnerable and confused I was back then.

Of course, all things have an upside. It’d keep me alive just a little longer. It might even persuade them I wasn’t evil, though I’d have never consented to it just for that purpose, and in the end wasn’t sure I cared what they thought about me. These two were just puppets of their own press and Nephilim leaders.

Lastly, that denial of consent was far more important than they could imagine.

The shifter grabbed my head and he held it steady as he pried my jaw open, and I choked and tried to spit it out when she poured a potion down my throat, but it went down when he pinched my nose and covered my mouth. Then she started to cast a spell, no doubt to read my memories that the potion had been brewed to target.

I felt more than a little sick, as my memories stirred, and the past came up in crystal clear focus.

Gods, I was a such an insecure geek back then, but also one of the hottest girls in school, so it wasn’t all bad…

 

Chapter Two — Sexual Awakening

The door banged open and I sighed in annoyance as I pulled off my headphones and looked up at my father. My adoptive father, obviously. One hundred percent human. Besides my weird ability to make up illusions and even affect the other senses with glamour, I had midnight black hair and sexy violet eyes.

My dad had light brown hair and hazel eyes, my mom light blonde hair and blue eyes, and my little brother had dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. I’d figured out I was adopted as a preteen, seven years before my horns had come in and removed all doubt. I had no idea what the hell I was, except I did know in that moment it was that side of me that had made my libido go off the charts.

I was also a virgin, hadn’t even sucked cock yet, but I’d done it all in my dreams and even my waking thoughts a thousand times.

“What, dad?” I asked a little ungraciously.

He shook his head, “Watch it, Lexi. Jason is here.”

My eyes widened slightly in panic as I looked at my phone, I hadn’t realized it’d gotten that late. It was a Saturday afternoon late that April, and our finals were coming up. I was just as hot as the school cheerleaders, but I was somewhat of a geek, and I was tutoring some people that were failing classes or just wanted to do the best they could their last year on grades, to build up my college fund.

“Umm, thanks, dad. Tell him I’ll be right down, dining room?”

He snorted, “Damned right the dining room.”

I rolled my eyes, he didn’t let me have boys in my room, despite me being eighteen, and still a virgin despite my… lurid fantasy life.

I got up and ran into the bathroom, and I started to brush my hair out and I put it up into a quick ponytail so that it’d stay out of my eyes, when looking down at our texts. I wanted to look my best, Jason was hot and a long-time fantasy of mine, and it was our first tutoring session. Of course, nothing would happen, but that didn’t stop my stomach from filling with butterflies, as I straightened my loose t-shirt, and as my mind waffled on my appearance. I ran back in my room, took off my jean shorts, and put on a cute black skirt and halter top instead.

Not that the t-shirt really hid my most salient feature, my rounded D cups were extremely proud and supple, and almost indecent on my petite five foot four body, save my bubbled ass which was just as prominent. I’d gotten more than a few looks from the boys the last two years, the teachers as well for that matter. They were even more obvious now, in the tight red shirt, and showed just enough cleavage to tease.

There was a hunger in me I’d never given into, because as much as it turned me on it also scared me. I didn’t understand why I was so into sex, and perversely it made me fight it. My dad being strict about dating and guys sure as hell didn’t help either.

There was also the matter of growing up in a small town, I knew I couldn’t be the only supernatural in the world, but I’d never met another one. If there were any, and there had to be, they weren’t here. I lived in a small town in Ohio. My graduating class was forty-six, there were less than two hundred kids in my high school. Point being, I may have wanted to be a slut, but I didn’t want the reputation of being one.

Still, it was mostly the fear and insecurity, at what my new side and magic might do during sex. Curiosity was normal I knew, I’d done a lot of research and I was far past normal that way. I’d practiced on vegetables with my mouth, done research on guys and what worked as mental fodder, since they were more visual than females. I was… more than ready, but terrified of it at the same time.

I headed downstairs and smiled brightly yet coquettishly as Jason looked up at me and gave a casual smile of his own.

He was six foot one, with a medium build, and the quarterback of the football team. He had a strong jaw but otherwise a baby face, and generous lips I’d imagined more than once on several different places on my body. His body was toned, and he had on a casual gray shirt with the school’s football team across it. He was wearing loose fit blue jeans.

But as much as I wanted him and was fairly sure if I gave him a green light he’d happily play with my body, I was afraid of it. Guys were easy as far as I could tell, visual, and I knew that I drew looks, and I could even feel his approval of my appearance in the glance he gave me. The surge of desire that flowed over me made me a little wet actually, that receptive empathy. Sure, I was a geek, not among those with power, but I was as hot or hotter than most of the girl pack on top, and I was more than sure he’d be happy to fuck me, if not date me socially.

My nature and illusion powers still freaked me out sometimes. Illusions, mess with people’s minds, a connection to nature. There was a dark side to that power, a temptation to abuse it, use it to take what I wanted. To fool and manipulate people. The magic wanted it, as if it was semi-sentient.

Then there were the horns on my head. I may not have been positive what they meant, but being a demon was up there in my possibility list, and me being a desperate slut in my head had made me wonder if I was succubus more than once, even if I laughed off the possibility.

I mean, what if I gave in, and Jason died or something? Magic wasn’t safe as far as I could tell, and it had a dark side. I’d learned to control my fae side, discipline was paramount, but the magic I’d gained at sixteen terrified me. It had to be controlled, and what if I couldn’t control it if I gave into my carnal desires and needs? What if I lost control of it, and at the moment I had no clue what it wanted outside of me to open my legs, often and eagerly.

He reached behind himself and pulled out his wallet, and said while dropping forty on the table, “I really appreciate this, Alexis. I know you must be busy this time of year.”

The forty was my tutoring fee, twenty an hour really, he needed help in both physics and pre-calc.

I rounded the table and sat down next to him, and said, “You’re welcome, and call me Lexi. What do you want to start with?” I asked, and immediately blushed at how sensually seductive my voice had just come out. I also felt an illicit thrill at the surge of lust it engendered in Jason, not to mention how his eyes dipped for just a second on my dark tanned creamy cleavage.

Down girl, he’s here for your brain, not your naughty tits. Or at least, that’s what I told myself. It also helped that my father was in the den, it wasn’t like we could get away with fooling around even if we both wanted to. My mother and brother were out, and I had no clue where, nor did I care. I wasn’t a selfish person, but I suppose self-involved wasn’t all that far from the mark at eighteen years of age.

I cleared my throat, “Do you want a drink?”

He shook his head, “No, thanks. How about pre-calc.”

He was smart, just a little confused, and probably hadn’t paid close enough attention in class. The next half hour or so bore that out as we went over the math that he could expect to see on the finals at the end of year next month.

My mind mostly behaved. I was obsessed with sex at times, but even for me that wasn’t all I was about, not by a long shot. And while focused on the math I only entertained a few fantasies, and I was only a little wet and warmed up being so close to him as we put our heads together.

He was a guy after all, and I couldn’t help those thrills that shot down my spine each time his eyes wandered over my ripe body, which usually led to a little moistening and a lurid thought or two. It made me feel sexy, powerful, and excited, to feel that he wanted me. It was also a little more impactful for me because we were basically alone, and not surrounded by other students in school.

But mostly we were focused on the math, and I could feel him getting a little frustrated as well. Not sexually, but at the math. As far as my body he was just enjoying the view. The attraction between us was there but low key, as we focused on why he was really there and learning the math.

I looked up as my father walked in.

He said, “I’ll be right outside, doing the lawn. Mom should be home any minute, they got hung up at the mall.”

I said, “Good to know.” Not that I really cared, but I knew I was on thin ice at that moment for some reason, and I didn’t want to piss him off.

I almost rolled my eyes at the protective threatening look he gave to Jason, before he turned around and walked down the hall to the garage entrance. It was also when several lurid fantasies passed through my mind, of all the things Jason could do to me with dad outside. I of course, pushed all that down even as my body felt a little hot.

I was in control of myself, and I knew better than to let the magic dictate my actions. It was more than a little frustrating in fact, since for all I knew Jason would be just fine if I gave into it, and probably quite happy at my… personally developed skills.

Still, there was no doubt the sexual tension between us had ramped up considerably with my dad leaving the house. Not just in my mind either, I felt his feelings with that receptive empathy, and I could tell he wanted me. He also thought I wouldn’t be interested, I could feel his doubt, and he was also focused on our true purpose of being there together. School and his grades were important to him.

“Sorry about that.”

He chuckled, “No problem, Lexi.”

“Where were we,” I said almost absently, then we started back in on the current problem.

He was having trouble with the current concepts we were going over, and I paused for a moment as I felt that earlier frustration and stress rising. Again, not sexual, it was all about the math. My power as a receptive empath wasn’t always fully telling, and it was more than possible to confuse what engendered emotions in someone. But I knew if it was about our sexual tension those emotions would’ve been… flavored by it, is the best way I could express that.

Not to say he wasn’t feeling the tension or lust, he totally was.

“Don’t get frustrated, you’ll get it,” I said softly.

He frowned, “That obvious?”

I smiled, “To me it is.”

Let him wonder if he had a frustrated tell, I wasn’t going to tell him I could feel his emotional state.

He said, “I just don’t get it, and I’m under a lot of stress, my scholarship to state is dependent on my final grades.”

“You got the rest, and this will come to. You’re smart, Jason. The stress and frustration just make it harder to learn.”

He smirked, “So you’re saying I need to relax.”

I nodded, “That’s the one, it’ll happen. We have more than enough time for you to get this down.”

I felt a surge of lust from him, as he said offhand, “As my tutor, you could help me relax. Part of my education.”

I chuckled a bit sultrily, having no doubts in my mind what he’d meant by that, especially with another surge of sexual tension between us, that I definitely felt. Not to mention the slight nervousness and hopefulness of his tone. He’d gone for casual and confident, but had only mostly hit the mark.

No doubt the school cheerleaders all hooked up with him, it was no big deal, so the request wasn’t all that shocking. He was a man, thought with his dick, and that probably would help him out to clear his mind and help him learn better and retain more for the rest of our session.

I also had a pretty naughty mind, and my thought to mouth filter usually worked overtime. I was also stressed about college, and in affording it. My family wasn’t exactly rich after all, but conversely too far over the poverty line to get financial aid, which is why I was doing the tutoring and babysitting I’d been doing for the last two years.

Which I only mention now to explain why money was on my mind, and had inserted itself into my reply.

Regardless, for some reason the thrill that idea sent through me let the first thought slip out of my head and fall out of my mouth. I can’t explain why, but the idea of me relaxing him as part of my tutoring service had struck a chord in me, and with my magic. The thrill it had sent down my spine was more powerful than usual because of it. At the time, I’d had no idea why that was at all.

There was also the human programmed response, society’s brainwashing on what was right and wrong, and all that. I should have been offended by the idea, relaxing him sexually for money would make me a whore, after all. Offended, and insulted, and I was, which paradoxically turned me on even more as desire flushed my whole body along with the shame that reaction engendered in me, which turned me on even more as a result.

Not just a slut, but a nasty whore. Why on earth would that turn me on so much?

It freaked me out as much as it exhilarated me. The thought of that, the absolutely naughty thrill of that idea, which I’d never once considered before. It had to be something about my magic, something it engendered, a natural truth of my nature that I’d just hit upon for the first time. Either way, all that, from the naughty mind, to the deliciously hot shame that heated my body at the thought of being a whore to relax him so he could learn the math better, all made the lurid comment slip from my mouth in a sultry voice that would’ve both melted butter and hardened a dead man.

“I’d be happy to be of service, and give you exactly what you need, but I’m afraid it will cost you twice my base fee for my… deluxe service.”

When the sultry and whorish words caught up with my thinking mind I almost winced, but I managed a somewhat playful wink and coquettish look instead. I was also going out of my mind. Had I really just propositioned a trade of money and sex with Jason Kirkwall, quarterback, hot, and probably the mental fodder for half the ladies Jilling off at night in our graduating class?

My mind was spinning and fogged with lust at the thought, even as I was almost horrified by the idea based on society’s programming. My usual controls on my ridiculously high libido were also shot to hell, it was more lust and heat than I’d ever felt before. That was really confusing to me, just how much the idea of sucking him off for cash turned me on, and even the shame I felt from that shocking potent desire just got me hotter for some reason and I refused to examine in that moment.

He felt a surge of lust and doubt, like he thought I was probably just fucking with him. But he also doubled down, as if daring me to do it. He pulled out his wallet, and dropped two more twenties on the table, right on top of the other two.

A part of me was terrified what the magic might do to him, and if it was bad I wasn’t entirely sure I’d be able to stop it, to control it. But another part of me was too far gone. Too thrilled, far too wet down below, my body was practically trembling with the need to suck him off as my mouth watered at the thought. It was the magic partially, but it was also my curiosity, even pride as I wanted to blow his mind and give him the most pleasure he’d ever felt in a young woman’s mouth.

But mostly it was the forty dollars, he’d paid me for it, and I had to give it to him. It was a shocking thing to me, but I could feel the debt between us, like an imbalance I had to quench by delivering a whole lot of pleasure, and that relaxation he’d paid for. That’s where most of my magic, the desire to be a slutty whore, was coming from in that moment.

I moved my chair back boldly, and I slid down to my knees with the promise of pleasure in my violet eyes, as they locked on to his warm hazel eyes. I arched my back slightly and pushed my chest out, even as I got a shy look on my face and looked up at him coquettishly through my eyelashes. I’d done the research, guys loved to look at tits, and they loved reluctant sexy woman who just couldn’t help themselves as they gave into lust and the need to pleasure them.

Either way, it seemed to work, as my first practical attempt, the surge of lust I felt from him delighted me, and it sent a thrill down my spine. Even as my hands caressed from his knees to his pelvis, and then worked his pants open as he pivoted sideways in the chair and stared down at me in awe.

I really liked he thought I was hot, but that’s all it was, and there was no true compliment in it. But… it still sent a cheap thrill through me.

My eyes widened slightly in lustful alarm. It wasn’t that hard to pretend that emotion, mostly because he was rather large if in the range of average from my research. Plus, it was another visual thing, guys loved to think their dicks were big, and I felt his satisfaction at my partially shocked reaction to his size. My hand reached forward, and I smiled and bit my lip, as I looked up into his eyes as I stroked him softly once.

It was softer than I’d imagined it would be. So hard, yet silky smooth, and the way it twitched in my hand as I let out a soft little moan of enjoyment at touching him also drove me crazy. He was completely mesmerized by me, and whatever he saw on my face, as I went closer, and looked up into his eyes as I bent over and licked the soft spongy and sensitive tip.

The gasp, the surge of pleasure he felt, the wonder and awe as he looked down on me as I let out a naughty delighted moan at his taste, all fed my libido and I felt my body flush with corresponding heat. Almost as if his lust and pleasure led mine. I felt not just the heat, but my pussy tingled sending gentle waves of pleasure into my body and I knew it wasn’t just a little moist anymore. I was soaked, and my labia were no doubt flowering open.

Jason said, “God, Lexi, you are so fucking hot.”

Not exactly poetry, but to be fair he was just a horny male teen, and I still felt a flush of pleasure at the compliment. Being a whore wasn’t enough, I was a hot and nasty whore, and so damned dizzy with lust I couldn’t see straight.

I winked up at him, then let out another moan as kissed the tip, then slowly slid my lips around him, swirling the tip almost lazily as I gave the base of his cock a light squeeze and milking twist with my hand.

His cock twitched hard against my tongue, as I sucked, moaned, and slathered the sensitive bottom of his cock as I took him deeper into my mouth.

My mind was fogged with lust as I said, almost to the point I felt completely out of control of my actions as I felt his soft silken yet hard cock slide delightfully along my nimble tongue. My tightly closed lips tingled with pleasure as well at feeling him slide through my lips.

But it was also a transcendent experience for me, I felt like I was where I belonged. Sucking cock, any cock, for money. Even then I knew that wasn’t quite right, but it was part of it, whatever secret to my nature that I’d just uncovered and had overwhelmed me with need and overrode my fears, it had something to do with that. I could even see the money, the end of it partially off the table on the corner of my eye as I looked up into his, and it sent an illicit thrill through me again, and I moaned sensually, deeply, and wantonly at the renewed burst of thrilling shame and completeness I felt.

When he hit the back of my throat, I just moaned a little louder, knowing it would send delicious vibrations down his cock and euphoria into his body, as I slathered the underside and continued those soft and slow twisting pulls of the base of his cock which milked him teasingly.

One of the most thrilling things that was a surprise was the intensity of looking up into his eyes. It was so intimate, and it filled me with a feeling of power as I held his pleasure on my lips, tongue, and against the back of my throat, as well as my hands. His moans of pleasure, and the gasps I’d gotten from his lips also turned me on, but the awe and pleasure in his eyes as I never broke that intense eye contact was powerful. He looked down at me like I was a goddess on my knees, and I could feel a real connection to him.

I rose up just as slowly, teasing him with my nimble tongue, milking his sensitive shaft and skin with my tight sucking lips, and moaning in enjoyment at the taste of his precum.

His whole body twitched with pleasure, when I rose up high enough to once again swirl his sensitive spongy tip, and I let out a delicious gasp of pleasure of my own, as it seemed to send a lightning bolt down to my sex that splintered apart into waves of euphoria that stormed through my body.

His eyes widened further, as he surely noticed how hot I was for him, how much pleasure I was taking in his, and my sweet moans had him twitching and surging in my mouth already.

I did all of that again, a little faster, both dropping down until he hit the back of my throat, as I slowly jerked and twisted his base a little faster. Each slow and sensual bob of my head a little faster than the last, and the soft wanton moans muffled by his cock were just a bit wilder each time.

As was his, which was turning me on to no end. How much he was enjoying it and was awed by the pleasure I was giving him so wantonly and sensually. I felt pride in that, and I already knew despite this being my first blowjob just by the look on his face, that I was the best damned cocksucker to ever wrap their lips around his cock. I took satisfaction in that, and all the research and practice I’d done in preparation for this gloriously transcendent moment in my life.

It was obvious to me my magic had us connected by then. I’d Jilled myself to completion thousands of times, so I very much knew what a rise to ecstasy felt like, even though this one was far more intense than any that had come before. It was evident to me at that point, that I’d be cumming hard when he did, and that sent a thrill through me. So far the magic hadn’t done anything but excite me, fill me with a fog of lust and need, and fill me with pleasure as I gave him pleasure. Also, made me a better cocksucker, which was a good thing, since he’d earned it.

I almost creamed at that reminder, how he’d earned it with his forty bucks, making me a fucking whore. Damn, why did that excite me so much? As I said before, it wasn’t exactly that, being a whore I mean, but something about the money for this pleasure I was providing with my body really did it for my magic. Made him almost irresistible to me, and I couldn’t wait to feel him finish in my mouth.

At the same time, he’d earned a delicious buildup, and I was going to give him the best that I knew how.

He was close, and I was still going rather slowly, trying to make it last as long as possible, and give him what he’d paid for. The next time he hit the back of my throat I swallowed and kept going, slid my hand off his cock when my lips touched my thumb, until he was fully buried and my nose hit his stomach. Afterall, I had no trouble at all suppressing my gag reflex, not with my magic making it easy to do. It was something I’d noticed during my… practice.

Deep throating was very visual. A hot thing guys loved from my research, and I found I was enjoying it as well. The feeling of his hard cock stretching my throat. But ironically, it was really less pleasure than hand and mouth working in tandem on bottom and top respectively, and I was doing it to thrill him, blow his mind, and cool him off a little bit as I rhythmically swallowed a few times making it tight and stimulating him further, as my tongue slipped out and licked his balls.

He gasped, “Holy shit, Lexi,” and I smiled up at him through my eyes, obviously my mouth was busy in that moment, but I still hadn’t broken my intense gaze up into his eyes.

After slowly rising up, as if I was reluctant and in no hurry to have him out of my mouth, I winked and went back to the more intense pleasures of working him with swirls, sucking bobs and teasing tongue, all while jerking and twisting his base. I kind of wanted it to last forever, literally never wanted to stop sucking my first cock. That it was attached to the hot and popular Jason Kirkwall was only a tiny bit of the excitement for me, and that part had nothing at all to do with the magic.

That part was just me, the young woman Alexis, that was thrilled to be giving the high school quarterback the best blowjob he’d ever gotten.

Point being, before I got a little sidetracked, was I hadn’t forgotten my dad was doing the lawn and could be back any minute, or that my mom was on the way home from the mall. Most importantly, if kind of weird to my head. He’d paid forty for relaxation but he’d also paid for two hours of tutoring. I felt the need to get back to that too, so couldn’t just suck him off the whole two hours, or the hour and fifteen minutes that were left.

I worked him devotedly, and with every trick I knew and had read up on to make it good for my partner. I knew what worked intimately and immediately, not just from his emotions, or the moans, or the way his cock twitched, but because the assault of pleasure on my own center. Instant feedback, which let me focus on the techniques he enjoyed most.

Then the moment came, and he grunted deeply.

I moaned, and then trembled, then gasped sharply around his cock. I came so hard I felt dizzy from the staggering pleasure that rolled through my body and made me tremble like a leaf in the wind, yet somehow my body knew what to do. I rhythmically milked his cock with my hand to extend and intensify his pleasure, even as my lips locked around his shaft just past the sensitive head, and I sucked him hard and swallowed, in the same exact rhythm of my jerking and twisting hand which matched his pulses. That way it wouldn’t get overwhelming, and I wouldn’t waste a delicious drop.

The thrill of it, as I rode the heights of pleasure with him, staring up into his eyes was wild. If that had been it, I still would’ve loved it. I’d have taken pride in what an amazing cocksucker I was, and how much pleasure I gave to both of us because of what I gave to him.

But the usual amazing pleasures of the flesh wasn’t the only result of his orgasmic bliss.

There was also another thrilling rush, an incredible high and feeling of invincibility as a staggering rush of transcendent joy and euphoric power flowed into my body, seeming to ignite all my senses and heighten the sensitivity of my body. Both increasing the pleasure of our shared ecstasy, but also filling me with power.

I sensed through my magic and his emotions it was the opposite for him, but just as profound and enhancing to his pleasure. An intense draining feeling as I swallowed his lustful desire, his stress, and his tension along with his pulsing ropes of seed.

It felt right, and I knew instinctively this wasn’t an evil thing. It wasn’t darkness, and I wasn’t hurting him, or eating his soul, or any number of other worries I’d had about my nature.

I also sensed I could. I could send my magic up that link we shared and pull more. I could take what I hadn’t earned, I could absorb even more power and strength that would be permanently added to my own.

But at the same time, I was content. My magic was more than sated with the offering it had already received, and the idea of taking what I hadn’t earned was… as horrifying and unthinkable to me as the idea of delivering him pleasure for the forty dollars had seemed right and fulfilling to me.

That was the dark side of my magic, taking what I didn’t earn, and stealing a whole life. It was a relief how easy it was to resist. No, not easy to resist, unthinkable and horrific to the point the idea made me cringe away.

But… nothing about magic was that easy, and I suspected my flinching away from that magic had more to do with the circumstances than anything else. But I couldn’t really define it, I just wished there was someone I could talk to about my magic, otherwise I’d have to figure it out as I went.

He said, “Damn, Lexi. That was… amazing. Did you just… cum with me?”

I bit my lip, and said sultrily, “I did, and you were delicious,” shamelessly saying the first thing that came to my mind. What was the point in editing my thoughts and speech at that point? Once a man had his dick buried in your whore throat, what would be the purpose in pretending to be coy?

And I really had, I’d creamed harder than I ever had before, and I knew my panties must’ve been soaked through. I winked at him, as I took him back in to suck him clean of saliva and any leftover cum that had leaked as his cock flagged, and then I packed him away with a wickedly wistful look that he seemed to enjoy and that no doubt patted his ego.

Which was partially the point of that look, but it wasn’t entirely artful. I’d really enjoyed it, and I was sorry it was done with. Not just my… succubus side? I wasn’t sure if that was what I was, but it seemed pretty damned likely at that point. I’d even fed on him during orgasm, though not in a way that would harm him. It would do as a label, until or unless I found out differently.

Point being, it was also the woman in me that had enjoyed it. Women liked to do things they were good at, and they liked approval, and I was no different that way. I’d enjoyed being the center of his attention, and his pleasure-addled awe and wonder had been a pat to my ego.

As to my mutual orgasm, hopefully he’d assume I’d been Jilling myself with my left hand, but in truth all it’d been was his pleasure echoed in me, a sympathetic component to my magic. It also meant I wasn’t in any hurry to lose my virginity, if I came that hard every time that I blew a guy I’d be in heaven.

“Excuse me for a minute,” I said as I looked up into his eyes.

He nodded, “That was amazing.”

I winked, “You said that already, but I’m glad to hear it,” and I grabbed the four twenties off the table as I walked out of the room to change my panties, and not as he’d probably assumed to wash out my mouth. On the contrary, I was enjoying the lingering taste of his cock and seed on my tongue and sensitive lips.

 

Chapter Three — Enthrallment

“Fucking whore.”

I frowned at Dennis.

Gale said, “Shut up, Dennis,” then turned to me, “You didn’t even use enthrallment, at all. Much less a permanent kind.”

I shook my head, “I don’t discover that power or hellfire for a bit. Not until I needed it. Hellfire is more quiescent in my specific kind, and only comes out in anger and need. Enthrallment… same thing. I only ever used it to cover things up, or… well, you’ll see. You sure you don’t want to just ask me questions, those are free.”

Dennis snorted, “You have no choice.”

I sighed.

Gale asked, “What was that about, anyway. Succubae are seducing killers, not whores who keep their clients happy.”

I snorted, “Says you. It’s about nature, and balance. Dept, payment, and even Karma. Money is just one form of payment. Love or even simple affection and friendship is another. My magic strives for a balance. Something for something, a balanced relationship. Those that enrich my life, through whatever means including cold hard cash, deserve all the pleasure I can deliver. In consent, of course. I also get power out of it, but not to the detriment of my partner.”

There was more to that, a flip side, but I wasn’t going to share it. Not yet anyway.

Gale shook her head, “Karma?”

I nodded, “Instant Karma. Of course, like a witch that magic can be twisted. Like you can take the left-hand path, I can take what isn’t owed. I’m sure you felt that discovery in me, that I could drain someone, I’m also sure you felt how very repulsed I was by the idea down to the bottom of my soul. I’ve already told you that, I’ve never taken what wasn’t freely given, never consumed a soul. It’s very similar to a witch’s dark magic too. It’s a selfish path, and an increase in power by sacrificing another. That’s not all my magic is, and it isn’t its natural use either. Just for the corrupt, there are two sides to every magic.”

Dennis said, “Bullshit, you’re an evil demon.”

I shrugged, “And shifters that don’t control their magic, and let out their dark side? Is a shifter that hunts and eats humans not evil? It’s not any different, good and evil are in our actions, not in our magic or nature. But never mind, I know you idiots believe your own press, that I was born wrong. Well, I challenge you to feel that way after you’re done raping my mind. Who’s evil now? Assholes.”

Apparently, I’d gone too far on that one, because I got slapped hard again.

I glared at him as my head rung with pain.

Gale said, “Enough. We’ll be back in the morning to continue this. Get up.”

I stood slowly, and they led me to a cell. It was a miserable night, but at least I was still alive. I also found out my companions were still alive, and the outpour of tears at that news shocked me. It only occurred to me later on that they must suspect I had a permanent enthrallment on them too, and if that turned out to be true then they could be experimented on like they’d experiment on me. I couldn’t think of any other reason why the heartless council wouldn’t have put them down already.

The next morning, I didn’t even fight as they poured another memory potion down my throat. There was no point in resisting, when they’d just overpower me and force it down my gullet anyway. Then Gale cast the same witch spell to view the memory as it passed through my mind…

Three years ago

The last couple of weeks of April that year got a little crazy, although in a good way from my point of view. It was both a bit nostalgic and amusing to watch myself in those early days again, so naïve and joyful in what happened next, but also more than a little insecure, worried, and nervous.

For those next two weeks things escalated, and I watched along with the council investigators as my life skipped from one sexual affair to the next. Jason had really liked my sweet and talented mouth, so much so that he’d met me several times in an out of the way room at school during lunch for another blowjob. The room for the school paper was always empty during the day, and only used after school for the club, which meant it very unlikely we’d be caught. It also had a couch, which made it very comfortable for my partner. Not to mention an internal dead bolt.

More than that, which made me even more nervous back then, was he got a handful of his friends in on it. Jackson, Diego, Greg, Marshall, and Pete to be specific. A lot of the worry there was one of them would talk to the wrong person, brag about what a great cocksucker I was as young callow men are wont to do, and it would all get out.

It also sent my mind spinning with lust, that I had a quarter of the football team hunks paying me for fellatio.

The thrill of giving out blowjobs to six guys those two weeks, more than once, at forty bucks a pop, which both excited and shamed me. It excited me because of the pleasure and thrill of it. The idea I might be caught, even expelled less than a month before my high school career ended, never mind earning valedictorian and speaking to the class at graduation.

It could very well ruin my life.

The shame was two edged over those two weeks. While I was being a good little cock-sucking whore on my knees it added to the thrill of it. The pleasure of it, and the lust itself was enhanced by that shame at what I had so wantonly become. The delicious sensations of naughtiness as I gave those six young men a series of the best blowjobs they’d probably get in their whole lives. But between that, when I was lying in bed at night, or staring out a window in class, it was a negative. The shaming of society’s standards, I hadn’t yet brushed those away from my life.

It made me feel dirty, and empty. Don’t get me wrong though, even in those moments I didn’t want a boyfriend, or a real relationship. High school was all but over, and I needed money for college. Even in my shame all I wanted to do was suck cock for college money, and that turned me on besides, which of course was why I felt shame in the first place.

Then there was the matter of getting caught, which added another illicit thrill to the whole thing. I think a part of me wanted to get caught, and I suspected even back then I had a slutty exhibitionist in me as well. To show others what joys and pleasure I could bring them too… for a price.

Of course, that was just a small part of me. Mostly I was terrified I’d be caught. I didn’t want my parents to find out I was a shameless whore. Ironically perhaps, my magic was the one thing I wasn’t worried about at all. I thought I understood it at that point, and it seemed harmless enough, and all it did was make me cum harder than a freight train and also increased my client’s pleasure.

It also fed on them, and each time it did it increased my permanent power, the amount I could regenerate and hold in me, became a little more. That part was interesting, and I knew it’d take something like several hundred blow jobs merely to double my current power. It was like a full glass of water that I was adding a small droplet to every single time a client exploded in my mouth. Once that happened, it would take twice as many to double my potential power again.

I instinctively knew I could speed that up significantly by taking more than what was owed, by skewing the balance between us on purpose and feeding on their energy. But I wasn’t really interested in that. It felt good to maintain a balance with my clients for one. Secondly, I knew it would be an abomination and it would twist my own soul to take what wasn’t owed or offered, and my mind flinched from it. Thirdly, if I fed more, then I would harm them, what I was taking now didn’t permanently harm them at all. Lastly, I had no need of more power, I was already powerful enough from what I could figure.

My ambitions lied in controlling that magic, and using it with integrity, not in gaining more of it. It wasn’t even tempting at all, after all back then I’d had no enemies I knew of.

Regardless, it was after those two weeks when things took a turn.

I’d just gotten on the line to pick up lunch, when my phone went off in my pocket. We weren’t allowed to use it in class, but they didn’t care about lunchtime or between classes, even if it was technically against the rules. So I pulled out my phone and opened up the text, and immediately felt a flush of shame, shock, and fear as I saw it was picture.

A picture of me on my knees, in a perfect profile view, my moistened lips sliding down Diego’s extremely fat but relatively short and delicious cock. There could be no doubt it was me, and I looked like nasty slut looking up at him, and I felt a surge of heat through my body that made me wet even as a shock of terror at what this meant went down my spine.

I closed the phone quick and looked behind me, and relaxed. No one had been behind me yet, so no one could’ve seen the text. There’d also been a message, come to the newspaper club room now. I was frozen in indecision for a long moment, then I straightened back and left the line and headed for the door.

My eyes found Jenna, my best friend, and I gave her an apologetic look as I shrugged helplessly with a tinge of annoyance.

Jenna just rolled her eyes and waved my way. Clearly annoyed I wasn’t even going to eat lunch with her first that day, before I disappeared on her. She thought the last two weeks I’d been working on a special project the last half of lunch. I loved her as a friend, but it didn’t seem prudent to tell her I’d become a whore for college money.

The adrenaline hit my blood about then, and my heart started to pound in my chest. There’d been no pictures, I’d made sure of that, and the guys had all promised not to tell anyone. My mind was spinning with lust and fear, and even as my heart pounded and I felt scared my life was about to explode, there was also a thrill to it. Not only did someone else know, they’d probably seen it.

Yup, definitely an exhibitionist.

I took a deep breath and blushed at my own actions when I knocked lightly on the door before pushing it open. As if I didn’t want to invade their privacy before barging in. Those manners seemed completely backwards in that moment as I walked into the room and closed the door.

There were three people in the room, two guys sitting on the couch and another young woman over at the computer desk. All of them seniors on the school paper, and I recognized them all of course, with less than fifty in my graduating class. It was a small town, everyone knew everyone. But I didn’t really know them, we moved in different circles.

Ryan was a bit short, just five foot nine, with short brown hair and brown eyes. He had a slim carriage, but his face wasn’t hard to look at in the least. He looked up at me in shock, with wide eyes, and I could feel his lust as he stared at me, and not a small bit of fear and worry.

Not a small point, most of the guys in school wanted to fuck me, so the lust wasn’t really a surprise. I was hot after all, sweet beautiful face of an angelic model, and a body built for fucking.

The other guy was Danny. He was six foot one with a medium build. Quite a nice body actually, but unfortunately, he had a bad complexion issue still, despite being eighteen and a senior. He wasn’t ugly though, I had a feeling in two years he’d be a complete panty dropper and stud, but… not yet, and he certainly lacked the confidence to catch a woman’s eye because of it. I felt the same lust, insecurity, and fear in him.

The young woman on the school paper was Bobbi. Bobbi was cute and petite at five foot one, with dark brown flowing hair, dark brown chocolate eyes, and a somewhat curvy body in proportion to her height. She had lovely B cups, and I knew from the girl’s locker room they were rounded and pert, and she had a tight heart shaped ass. Her skin was a lovely light golden brown.

She’d also done videos as well as yearbook from what I knew. From her I sensed confidence, and also more than a little lust. It was her that spoke in a firm tone, obviously taking the lead among the three.

“Alexis, come on over here and see this.”

I took a deep breath and hid my fear, and my anger, as I walked over.

She pointed at the screen, where a video of me sucking off Marshal was playing.

I glared at her.

She said, “That’s not the best part, or the most interesting. Here it comes. You look so hot cumming while he sprays the back of your throat. Still not the best part…”

Despite myself, I was getting warm, and more than a little wet as the memory of that encounter filled my mind, not to mention the shame and thrill at knowing someone else was watching it. I was also terrified, which was a wicked combination, and it had my head in a fog of lust and anger both.

Then she paused it, just after I cleaned it up and packed it away, while he was handing me forty bucks. Shit, shit, shit, repeated in my head several times.

I sighed, “What do you want?”

Bobbi looked up at my face, and her eyes widened.

“Don’t worry, this isn’t blackmail… exactly.”

I laughed shortly, without humor, “Then what is it?”

Bobbi blushed.

“Alexis, I’ve had a major crush on you since the ninth grade. Do you know how hard it is to be the only lesbian in our postage stamp town? Wait, let me back up, so this makes sense. We noticed the middle of last week when we came in the room after classes that it smelled different. We didn’t recognize the scent right away, because of course it had faded quite a lot between lunch and after hours. We knew someone had been in there, among our stuff, though nothing was taken. We picked up the same scent again on Thursday, but it was a lot stronger and I recognized it as the smell of sex that time.”

That made sense, I’d blown three of them that day in quick succession, and I had creamed in my panties hard three times as a result. That had made the room smell like a damned bordello.

Bobbi continued, “So, I set up a webcam on the computer, and set it up to only record on motion, to find out what was going on. You… fuck, Alexis. You’re the smartest girl in school, the most beautiful too, with the hottest body. The fact your blowing guys for forty bucks, on the football team, and no one was talking was a shocking surprise. You know you have a reputation as being unconquerable, half the guys in school have been trying to fuck you their whole high school career.”

I relaxed slightly and gained a little confidence, at the surge of lust I felt from her as she looked up into my eyes, not to mention her words. I also felt the chemical romance, empty chemical affection but true affection nonetheless, and I realized that Bobbi hadn’t been lying. She had a major thing for me. Not just lust at my appearance, but a crush which included not a slight bit of adoring heroine worship.

I chuckled a bit sultrily, while the fear drained out of me at that realization, the fog of lust had almost completely taken over, “I see. So, what is this about then, if not blackmail, sort of?”

Bobbi blushed, “Well, I was wondering if you wouldn’t mind a similar donation from us, for a similar transaction. I’m serious, Alexis. I’ve dreamed of seeing your face and beautiful violet eyes between my legs more than once when rubbing one out. If you say no, then that’ll be the end of it, we just used the picture to get you here and so you’d know we knew what was going on.”

She turned scarlet at that point, which was understandable. She’d just put herself out there in a way that was as revealing as the video we’d just watched. Maybe more so, because the video was just lust and fellatio, she’d showed me her feelings and desires for me.

I also relaxed further at that, they wanted to be more clients? I’d never given head to a woman before, but the idea wasn’t unappealing, and Bobbi was petite, sexy, and very attractive in my opinion. It also softened me the rest of the way toward her, and I decided to offer her what I only offered my friends and family.

“Call me Lexi. The guys?” I asked as I turned my head around to look. They both felt that lust, a surge of impossible hope, and fear of rejection.

She waved at Danny, “Yes, them too. Danny is a virgin, and Ryan’s only experience was a horror show from what he told us. They’re my best friends, so we talk about everything. Umm…”

I raised an eyebrow, “What?”

She looked at Danny pointedly.

Danny cleared his throat, “Do you… would you, consider an upgrade package, of sorts.”

A thrill shot down my spine at the idea of taking his virginity, of giving him the memory of the hottest girl in school taking that innocence and rocking his world. Although it wasn’t lost on me that I’d also be giving him mine, but he didn’t have to know that. It wasn’t like I still had a barrier, and I’d practiced fucking with vegetables as much as I’d practiced sucking and deep throating. My floor muscles were quite… not normal from what I could figure. They were independent somehow, and quite strong, I could ripple my pussy lengthwise, a wave of contracting squeezing, instead of all or nothing.

They were also a lot more powerful than a human woman’s.

Point being, I’d done just as much research there, and though I’d never done it yet I was sure I knew exactly how to pleasure a man with my pussy. There was also the matter of the instant feedback, the magic would make his pleasure mine in addition to my own, so I’d know when I was rocking his world.

My only real concern was pregnancy, as far as I knew I was no more immune to getting knocked up than the next girl. Disease was also a thought, but I’d never been sick in my life. Not even once, so even back then in the beginning I was fairly sure I was immune to that sort of thing, even if my partner wasn’t clean that I’d always stay that way. I’d learn in the future that for a succubus neither was an issue, that I could only get pregnant if I wanted to courtesy of my magic which worked similarly to a contraceptive potion, but at that point I wasn’t making those assumptions at all.

“Twice the cost of a blowjob, and you’ll have to wear a condom,” I said with heated promise in my voice.

I chuckled sultrily, I’d never seen someone get so hard so fast, and I was quite pleased with the size of the bulge in his jeans. Danny’s face might not have been something to write home about yet, but his body was delicious, including his cock size apparently. The high side of average, maybe a little bigger than Jason.

I was also soaked at that point.

Bobbi asked, “So, will you?”

I sensed her fear of rejection, and I realized despite my seeming willingness to take Danny’s virginity for eighty bucks she wasn’t making assumptions about my willingness to lick her out.

I smiled down at her, “Yes, so how do we do this?”

A part of me hoped right there and right now, and that they’d all stay to watch the other two. The thought sent a naughty thrill down my spine, I was definitely an exhibitionist. But they weren’t magical sluts who got off on being whores, so I figured chances were that they wouldn’t want me performing on them in front of the others.

She said, “After school, at my house. My parents both work and we can take turns using my room. I… it will be more comfortable in a bed, and I want to see your body.”

I flushed with pleasure at that, and said, “Just text me the address, you already have my number.”

She blushed. She really was attractive, and I liked her hot little body, even if it couldn’t compare to my sumptuously ripe curves. I knew that tastes abounded, and apparently mine included all body types. It was also a new thing for me, I’d never even considered being a with a woman before then, being cock obsessed the last two years. The idea appealed to me and excited me far more than I’d expected it to, when I started considering it.

I was also a little disappointed, the next two and a half hours of school was going to be hell. My body tingled, was flushed with heated need, and I was soaked below. I was ready to fuck and suck now, not later. My pussy was quivering at the idea of finally taking in a cock.

On the other hand, from sixteen to eighteen I’d learned iron control over my crazy libido through abstinence until just two weeks ago, and it wasn’t that hard to push it down. I didn’t want to come across as a desperate whore, it was bad enough I was a wanton whore during the act itself.

“The videos, delete them please.”

Bobbi nodded and turned toward the computer.

Ryan grimaced, and said, “Wait, what if she goes back on our deal? Plus, the videos are hot.”

A surge of anger went through me. I was an honest whore after all, and I gave what my clients had earned. Plus, the tone in his voice scared me, as if maybe he wasn’t quite on the same page as Bobbi was as far as the possibilities of blackmail. That anger and fear stormed in my chest and mixed into something like rage, even as I was shocked by that response.

Apparently, I was very proud of my whorish behavior, and to say I didn’t appreciate my integrity being questioned on the matter would be a major understatement. I felt insulted, threatened, and full of rage, and in that moment my magic rose up in me. Not to share or engender pleasure in balance, nor to feed, but protectively on my behalf in a way that I’d never felt before.

The magic silently and invisibly reached out, through my receptive empathy I think, it felt like it was tracing the flows of his emotions like swimming upriver. His body the source of the river, mine the mouth, and his emotions the water.

I glared at him, “I will be there this afternoon. The videos have to go, and you will not speak of our deal to anyone, or even breath a word that I’m trading sex for money, or that we even had sex. Fuck, don’t even tell anyone outside this room that you’ve ever talked to me, do you understand?”

His eyes went wide and his body slack, “I understand, and I’m sorry.”

Neither Bobbi nor Danny seemed to recognize their friend had gone unnaturally relaxed in that moment, and both of them were looking at him in disgust for what he’d said. No doubt worried that he’d just ruined their chances to feel my tongue, lips, and pussy giving them pleasure.

I kind of got that, Danny’s virginity was on the line and guys could be fired up on that subject, as well as Bobbi’s first chance to satisfy her own lesbian needs and with the girl she’d been crushing on for years. I felt their fear at that possible loss, so the slightly unfocused eyes and the way Ryan had melted back onto the couch didn’t register as odd to them in the least.

I’d know if it had, receptive empathy would’ve picked up their shock and confusion.

Point being, there was no reason to do the same to the other two, as I felt my power recede from Ryan’s body and return to my own as that magical connection was removed. Even more than that, I felt their disgust at the idea of trying to ruin my life or holding that over my head. They wouldn’t betray me, no more than the six football players I’d been blowing for two weeks.

I also instinctively knew he’d follow that one order until the day he died, and I also knew he’d remember it and that his inability to talk about me would probably confuse him. That instant and lasting obedience to my words without quite understanding why. But it was what it was, and it was the first time I’d used my enthrallment.

It also explained why this scene had played out in my mind, without actual sex in it, and the magic not skipping straight to the main event at Bobbi’s house. Clearly, the magic was making me relive all my sexual conquests as well as all the times I’d used enthrallment. They were probably hoping for some clue or greater understanding on how that power worked and acted, so they’d be able to more easily identify any uses of the so-called permanent enthrallment power.

Ridiculous.

 

Chapter Four — A Bunch of Firsts

On the way to Bobbi’s house, I was mentally planning out a future that would never happen, a least not in whole. It’d occurred to me that high-class call-girls or escorts could make a couple of thousand a night. I was a fantastic fuck, beautiful, and sexy, more than a match for most models.

I was also eighteen, and I had no idea how long I’d look that old at the time but that wasn’t even on my radar at the time. Point being, once I got out of my town, I imagined I could more than pay for college as an escort. So much so, I suspected I not only wouldn’t I have education bills to pay, but I’d have enough money to retire. Not that I would.

My empathy would also leverage that, I wasn’t just a good fuck with a body built for sin with the face of an angel. I could be an incredibly successful seductress using that projective empathy. Reading others made for very easy friendships, it was more than simple to find those hot buttons in others and avoid them. It also allowed me to detect interest, and abandon subjects they didn’t care about, or pursue ones they were passionate about.

It appealed to me, a couple of grand not just for sex, but for a whole date and showing a man a good time, good conversation, and the rest of it. Even to be arm candy for a night, turned me on a whole lot with the usual flush of shame that somehow made it even more delicious of a concept.

That made the forty and eighty dollars for sucking and fucking that I’d set seem cheap. I was worth more than that, and I knew it. On the other hand, I had no inclination to stop, and there was a reality bar to the whole thing that truly counted. Forty bucks was all a senior in high school could afford to drop once, twice, or for a couple of the football players three times a week, working a part time job.

Rich clients weren’t an option yet at that time in my life, and I wasn’t willing to give up the thrill of it. Plus, forty wasn’t all that bad, when all I was giving them was ten to fifteen minutes of my time and a whole lot of pleasure that I shared in. I didn’t want to stop, and I wasn’t arrogant or stupid enough to demand more. That added up to something like a hundred and sixty an hour, of actual sexual effort I mean, so nothing to sneeze at either.

No, the richer payoffs for being a call girl instead of a common whore would come later. The idea warmed my whole body, doing that to work my way through college, and perhaps even beyond. I was more than a little wet and ready to go from planning that all out in my head, and in figuring out the research I’d have to do to get it done later.

I wasn’t too worried about needing protection, given my discovery of enthrallment. I knew if any of my clients got abusive or refused to pay, that I was more than capable of handling a human male on my own.

Bobbi’s house was upper middle class, no doubt her parents both had good jobs. The tradeoff was I imagined Bobbi’s parents weren’t around much, if she was offering up her house for my use as a bordello, at least when it came to her, Danny, and Ryan.

The bottom level of the house was brick outside, and the top a light brownish red siding just a few shades darker and more subdued than the bright red bricks. It was a split-level ranch with four levels and quite large, from what I could see from the outside, and the lawn was pristine.

Bobbi must’ve been watching for me, because the petite and sexy dark-haired brunette opened the door before I could knock, with a nervous excitement coming off of her, as well as a shy smile on her face. My mouth watered at the idea of pleasuring her. She also had on a pair of cute shorts and a loose red t-shirt.

Bobbi said, “Come on in. The guys will be here soon.”

I winked playfully as I entered her house, “You called dibs?”

She giggled in shock, then laughed as I followed her up the stairs, “Something like that, yes. They’ll let themselves in and watch television downstairs, so when we’re done, I’ll send up Ryan. I’m really sorry about that by the way. He’s not a bad guy. I think he just wanted the wanking material long term, and he was too shocked with disbelief that this was all happening. I’m kind of shocked myself, really. It’s a little surreal, you know.”

I nodded, and didn’t argue, though the flavor of his emotions had been a bit darker than that, there was no point in causing waves. I’d handled it, and it would stay handled. There was even a perverse thrill and shame in the idea of sucking him off for money, despite his misstep, or perhaps because of it.

People were flawed, and he’d be far from the last asshole I’d give the pleasures of my body to for money or trade. As long as the magic was satisfied with the balance between him and I, then I would be too.

I bit my lip alluringly as I took in her room. It was a warm space, light reddish pink comforter, on a queen-sized bed with a gold metal frame headboard and footboard. She also had a pearl white dresser with gold accents on the edges, and designs on the front of each drawer. There were also pictures of her family and her friends, including Ryan and Danny, on the mirror over the dresser as well as on the walls. There were also a lot of throw pillows and stuffed animals.

“Love the room,” I smiled and looked into her eyes.

She looked nervous, and she nodded at the dresser where there was forty dollars.

I felt a surge of distaste at the idea of taking it. So much so that it took me off guard, and it took me a minute to figure out why my magic acted in such a way. It was because of her, she didn’t have to give me her money for pleasure, to maintain a balance between us. Her affection and the crush were more than enough to maintain that balance, for the pleasures of my body.

It changed nothing, yet at the same time it changed everything for me as that insight gave me a much better understanding of my power.

I closed the distance between us and looked down into her wide eyes, as I caressed her face softly. It was new for me, and a surge of excitement heated my body further at the warm emotions I could feel from her. Heat, affection, shock, and surprise at my tender actions.

“You’re lovely, Bobbi.”

She was shocked and frozen as I leaned down for a kiss, but I didn’t miss her lust, desire, and the flush of warmth that went through her body, echoed in mine, as I kissed her soft silken lips for the first time. She let out a breathy shocked whimper of desire, as I softly caressed her face and sides, and explored her lips with my own.

That was a first for me too. Not just kissing a girl but kissing anyone with the intention of going a lot farther. The heat went through me like a drowning wave, and my mind fogged with lust as I licked across her bottom lip, and she breathily parted it and our tongues played. I was out of breath myself with desire, and she looked a lot more relaxed when the kiss ended than when it had started.

It’d been sweet, lingering, and more than a little heated as both our hearts beat faster. I continued to hold her in my arms, and hers were around mine, with our eyes just inches apart.

Her eyes were wide, “You didn’t kiss the others?” she asked in breathy confusion.

I nodded, “No. This is going to sound weird, but I can’t take your money.”

She looked confused, and then worried again that I’d changed my mind.

I leaned down and nipped her lip, then kissed her a bit more aggressively but also teasingly, and she gave out a little gasp of pleasure as I softly caressed the sides of her breasts which were crushed into mine. I felt the shock of it, the intense pleasure she felt at being touched there for the first time by her crush, which also sent a spark of pleasure down my own spine which exploded into a gentle wave of euphoria through my body that echoed hers.

I stepped back, and I started to slowly and sensually take off my clothes, which she belatedly followed even as she stared. Another first, I’d never even showed the others more than half my cleavage, never mind my whole body, my nipples and sex. The idea of Bobbi seeing it thrilled me, but I could still see the confusion in her eyes.

“That’s all there is between me and the jocks I’ve been blowing, and between me and the boys coming here soon. The money and the pleasure I give them. I know that sounds odd to you, but there is more between us. More than that, I have no idea how to give pleasure to a woman, so you’ll be helping me learn that the first time we lie together. There’s also your affection, so the intimacy of kissing seemed… natural, where with them it would just cloud the issue. All of that… changes things for me, in a way I’m not sure I could explain so you’d understand.”

She shook her head, “So instead of paying you with money, I’m giving you enough experience to make you comfortable in charging the next woman you sleep with?”

I shrugged, “Something like that, but it’s more than that too. Guys don’t need intimacy like we do, and kissing you felt right to me, and I really enjoyed it. That’s separate from that other part.”

She bit her lip, “I wish I’d have gotten the guts to talk to you sooner, maybe we could’ve been friends. All those lonely nights, and you’ve been bi this whole time,” she said rather wistfully, no doubt for all the hot sex we could’ve been sharing together in the past.

I didn’t enlighten her that I’d have resisted it extremely hard before two weeks ago. Besides ruining her fantasy about missed opportunities, it’d also confuse her. Since I could hardly explain to her that I’d been afraid of what my magic might do to my partners before then.

I smiled, “Maybe we can be, now,” and I looked her over as she blushed for me. She really was sexy, her tight petite body had lovely curves, and her breasts were average in size but fantastically so, with large dark brown nipples and flawlessly creamy golden-brown skin. Her sex was meaty, on a sexy little mound, and shaved bare.

She said softly, “Your body is better than I imagined,” as she walked against me, pressing our naked bodies together for the first time which sent tingling waves of gentle euphoria through my body and hers. It was intense.

I’d never really thought it through before then, feeling my lover’s pleasure was an amazing thing, that had sent me to orgasm with them. But feeling their pleasure plus my own was mindboggling, as my lust was further fogged by desire for her touch and the pleasure that would engender. I’d felt some pleasure before of course, the sweet tingling sensations on my lips as they slid sensually along a hard cock, and across my tongue. Those things had felt good to me as well as delightfully sensual and wicked, but her naked body and tits pressing into mine was a whole new level of shocking pleasure I’d never felt before.

I mean from another, obviously. I had felt more pleasure while Jilling myself off, but it was a shocking contrast and so much more potent with a partner.

We kissed and caressed each other tentatively at first, my own deep moans of sensual approval and pleasure encouraged her to touch me as freely as I was touching her. The lustful affection and headiness at touching my body and being touched by me so tenderly rolled off her in waves, which increased my own excitement. We were both soaked, by the time I got her over to the bed and onto her back.

Another thing that women needed more than men, foreplay, and our kissing and body stroking session had been more than enough to get her going.

I took my time, kissing down onto her neck, and slowly kissing down her body. It was shockingly intimate, far different than just whipping out a cock and kissing that and a man’s balls. I was also learning a lot about pleasuring another woman, outside of the basics I knew from pleasuring my own body of course. I was gentle and teasing on her breasts, just the gentlest roll of my fingertips, or nibble of my teeth had her panting in excitement, and it had her tight petite sexpot body writhing under me in pleasure.

I started to play with her sex with my fingertips, her clit was also more sensitive than mine, sending incredibly powerful shocks of pleasure through her body from a mere slight pressure and circling motion which caused a rubbing and swirling sensation around it underneath the hood of her folds. My direct connection to her libido, meant that delicious pleasure echoed in my own body, and her emotions echoed in my own mind. That all together made it child’s play to give her the most pleasure she’d probably ever felt in her life.

The learning curve was ridiculously short for pleasing a woman partner, for what I was. Which told me my power didn’t want me to take the money because of her affection, her crush on me. That was her gift to me, along with the pleasure she was sharing and the feeding I would receive for her cumming for me. That was the balance, and what earned her the right to feel my pleasure, just her affection, open heart, and deep desire for friendship.

It wasn’t about me not knowing how to pleasure a woman yet at all, because it turned out I did know how. It was as natural and easy as breathing.

Her whole body bucked under me, and I backed off, keeping her on that edge, and I let her cool off slightly as I took my hand away and slowly and sensually started to kiss my way down her body. Partly to extend her pleasure, but partly because I knew one orgasm feeding every day or so was all I could risk. If I fed from her more than once in a single day, it would hurt her.

And I wanted to taste her badly. My fingers were soaked, she was so wet for me, and her breathy pants in anticipation and a low-level pleasure as she cooled just slightly backing off from that ledge, was just as delicious to me as the feelings that she was sending me in that moment. Deep affection, wild joy and wanton abandon at surrendering her body to me, and more.

Just like I did for the guys, I moaned deeply in pleasure and enjoyment the first time my tongue licked up her slit, and I couldn’t help but suck on her meaty folds playfully and lightly scrape my teeth as my tongue quickly swirled her clit. She was delicious.

Her whole body bowed tightly, as she grabbed my hair and ground up into my face.

I moaned in pleasure, and started to lick her folds, ignoring her clit for the most part, and only used single quick and light swirls of my tongue on the rare instances that I did give that sensitive nub some attention. I also slid two fingers into her very tight yet slick sex, and I started to work her in tandem with lips and fingertips, finding all her spots and what she liked best through my instincts and the feedback of emotions and pleasure in my own body and mind from hers.

The intimate eye-contact was also intense and not to be discounted. The mental pleasure was just as intense for me as when giving a man a blowjob, and I looked up at her with lust and enjoyment in my eyes, as she looked down in mine in wonder, affection, and a building pleasure.

Other thoughts intruded on my mind-bending bliss, pleasure, and lust as I licked out a woman for the first time. Thoughts that stemmed from my earlier reluctance to let her cum on my fingertips, before I’d tasted her. What if I did have lovers one day, a serious relationship? Could I really only give them one orgasm a day? I couldn’t imagine that, because I was capable of multiples, and guys never lasted long on the first round of the day from the research I’d done. Plus, if I was with another woman as a lover, and if she was capable of multiples as well, then I could never give that to her.

That seemed… depressing, even though in the moment I had no real desire for a long-term dating relationship. Bobbi was a pleasant surprise that had been interjected into my sucking and fucking for college money focus. Not enough to make me want her as my girlfriend, not out of any lack in her, but simply because high school was almost over, and we were all about to go our separate ways in three months. But… the idea of Bobbi and I being friends with benefits for the last month of school and then over the summer before we all went off to college did appeal to me.

Although, I wasn’t sure she could handle that, without falling in love with me. But with my empathy I’d be able to cut it off before it went that far if I had to.

It was more than just the wonder at the pleasure I was giving her, or just the pleasure we shared. Her affection was a heady thing as well, and my magic seemed to think that earned her all the pleasures I could give her. There was also personal taste of course, my thoughts as a woman, since I wasn’t a slave to the magic. But as far as I could tell, Bobbi was a good person, and one I’d enjoy spending time with, not just for hot sex either.

Her panting grew wilder, and she seemed incapable of holding her body still, as she writhed wildly under me right on the edge of pleasure. Her moans, gasps, and sighs of needy pleasure were all heady, and now she was writhing and whimpering in blissful pleasure right on the edge.

Her eyes were wide with shock too, and I knew she’d never experienced such dizzying heights before.

As I pushed her over, by fingering her a little harder while I sucked in her folds and circled her clit one last time, it was also another first when I held back my power. It reached for her, and I denied it with a powerful surge of focus, despite the fact I’d been thrown over into a potent and sympathetic orgasm.

The power obeyed me without all that much trouble, as I rhythmically licked her through both our orgasms. I suspected that would not always be so, but with a lover that had earned my pleasure with giving emotions and affection would keep my semi-sentient magic quiescent enough to manage even in the throes of bliss myself.

Even I didn’t have perfect control over my body while lost in the throes of bliss, but the simple repeatable action of licking up her folds in harmony with the explosive waves of bliss inundating my body was more than possible, no more difficult than jacking a guy’s base while sucking hard and swallowing anyway. Ironically perhaps, it wasn’t an entirely selfless act for me, because the pleasure that action caused her also extended and intensified my own orgasm.

When I was sure that the magic was mine to control, even in the midst of orgasm, I let it go. I let it feed and the power exchange as I fed from her rolled us both into a higher and more potent orgasm, and at that point I just held on tight as we were both swept away powerfully by blissful rapture.

It was a practical choice, to release my magic in that moment. I didn’t know if she was multi-orgasmic yet, for all I knew she’d be way too sensitive to have sex again for an hour, or even longer. So it made sense to me, always feed off that first orgasm, and if I wanted to give out more pleasure, then I could suppress the power for the additional ones that day.

That discovery made me feel a whole lot better. It was also two new firsts in that moment, not one, because It was the first time I’d held back my power and also the first time I’d shattered a woman with pleasure and felt her body tremble on my tongue while her sex quivered around my fingertips.

When she came down, I kissed her sex gently which made her body flinch in a powerful aftershock, then I sensually and slowly kissed my way back up her body.

She looked down at me in awe, her eyes locked on mine, as I made my way back up. She bit her lip in confused awe, as I cuddled with her and caressed her body softly, only teasingly touching the sides of her breasts. My smile and little sigh at her playing with my body and breasts seemed to embolden her, and she claimed a soft lingering kiss with a breathy and sexy sigh of her own at the end of it, while she wickedly twisted my nipple, drawing a panting gasp from my lips.

She asked in breathy confusion, “What… what does this mean?”

I said softly, “I don’t know, this is new for me too. I had no idea I was bi until today. I’m not going to stop blowing the guys for money, nor will Danny be the only one to fuck me if the others come up with eighty bucks. I’m not looking for romance either, in three months we’ll all be getting out of here and going to different colleges. But if you can handle it, I think I’d really enjoy your friendship over the next three months before that happens.”

She bit her lip doubtfully, but there was hope in her eyes, “Friendship?”

“Talk, text, hang out, give each other incredible orgasms.”

She giggled at that last since I’d sounded more than a bit tentative myself, and I let out a sultry naughty giggle of my own.

It was new ground for me, and casual or not it was a sexual relationship, and she would be the first. My first long-term lover. I already knew it wasn’t an option for the guys, they’d either use me for free sex or they’d get attached like puppy dogs, neither of which would I nor my magic allow. Not all men probably, but the ones I was blowing in that moment. Better to keep them at an arm’s length business relationship, money and pleasure made up a simple and a clear-cut boundary.

But Bobbi’s warmth and affection, and even her neediness for intimacy with a woman had an effect on me. Plus, she was a good person, that kind of thing was easy to tell with receptive empathy, plus there was the fact she hadn’t tried to blackmail me for sex.

She kissed me softly, “I don’t know. I’d really like that, but it’s odd. I’ve never met anyone like you before, and you seem shockingly blasé about sex. You know I have a thing for you, and I understand and can deal with that not being… exclusive. From my end it seems like a great deal, I get to get to know you, be friends, and share pleasure in a way I’ve been longing to with the one I had a crush on for the longest time.”

“But?”

She shrugged, “I’m having trouble figuring out what’s in it for you. You surprised me, by refusing to take the money. It all feels strangely surreal to me.”

“I have an extremely high libido. Like, drunk guy level high.”

She giggled.

I shrugged, “It’s true, it’s why I didn’t date and part of the reason I didn’t have sex until now. It wouldn’t be wrong to call me a nymphomaniac, except I do have control over it. I also need money, and I get a thrill out of giving guys pleasure, so it seemed like a good thing to me. As long as it doesn’t get out that is.

“But, to answer your question, what’s in it for me? I enjoy your presence, I find you attractive, and I love sex. It seems like a no-brainer to me, to want to be friends with benefits and get to know you. At the same time, the last thing I want to do is hurt you. If you can’t handle a friendship and casual sex, then I’ll leave you with this lovely memory of today and back off.”

She asked doubtfully, “I’m attractive?”

I nodded, “Very. And sexy as hell. Passionate too, and as I said I like your presence, you’re a lovely woman, Bobbi.”

I could feel she wanted to say yes, but there was also a level of shocked disbelief. She just really couldn’t see it, that her crush and the hottest girl in school was thinking she was attractive, sexy, and a pleasure to be around. It was a fast judgement, but it was also a sure one and not just based on the pleasure we’d shared. With my receptive empathy the assholes and drama queens couldn’t hide from me behind false sweet faces and actions, and Bobbi was the real deal.

But besides the disbelief that she held along with a too good to be true feeling in her, I also felt delicious hope and not a little bit of lust at the idea of me being her hot sex toy.

She kissed me lingeringly again, and said, “We can try it, I’d really like that. The guys can wait a little longer. Your head between my legs wasn’t the only thing I’ve been fantasizing about the last few years.”

The surge of lust, and the way she pushed me onto my back and kissed down to my breasts left no doubt in my mind she’d been fantasizing about eating me out and pleasuring me as well. The surge of lust and enjoyment as she nibbled, kissed, licked, and massaged my breasts was just further proof of that.

She was truly blissed out and lost in a sensual haze of lust, at exploring my ripe and lushly sexual body.

What followed was another first. Not just the first time a woman had pleasured me, but the first time anyone had pleasured me and brought me to orgasm. She was eager and more than full of lust and joy at playing with my body, and my gasps, squirms, and panting moans turned her on and thrilled her as much as hers had thrilled me.

She was inexperienced, but more than eager to take my moaning words to heart, as I told her to be rougher or softer in various places, and I encouraged her to keep doing something when she’d found a sweet spot that sent powerful waves of euphoria flooding through my body.

It was a hell of a thing, cumming on her fingertips and tongue was so intense as I pinched, pulled, and rolled my own nipples. I creamed all over her lips and chin, to the point it was dripping down her neck. It was a hell of a moment in my life, and I’d never forget it.

My magic didn’t react at all either, apparently it only fed when my partners were cumming. I’d known that instinctively already, but that was the first proof I’d had of it, because every time before that I’d been coming hard in sympathy to my partner’s orgasm.

Maybe the magic required that sympathetic connection as we’d orgasmed as one.

She looked smugly joyous, and of course quite affectionate, as she kissed me with my own taste on her lips and tongue.

I couldn’t help but return some of her affection at that point. But that didn’t change my mind on any of it, or how I saw it. Unlike most women, I could divorce sex, pleasure, and even affection from my decision making. Sure, I would miss her if I never saw her again, but my libido would never compromise me and make me do something stupid.

That didn’t mean my heart couldn’t break.

She was almost regretful as she got dressed, and she put her money away before sending up Ryan. That was mixed up with her doubts that I’d meant what I said, the regret it was over I mean. But I had meant it, and over the next two weeks we’d be chatting, texting, and hooking up often.

Ryan also gave me a first, in that he was the first to be blown for forty bucks, while also seeing me buck naked. I also let him play with my hanging and swinging tits as my body was kneeling on the bed perpendicular to his. It was also a nice surprise, because he had the biggest cock I’d seen to date, at least in real life. He was a hung nine inches, and fat around.

My mouth was in heaven, as I licked, sucked, and kissed that cock.

It was a wicked delight to fully take him in, and I imagined my neck was stretched out lewdly as I swallowed around that fucking monster. I almost gave him my virginity, just to feel that long and fat cock stretch me out so deliciously.

But the bastard didn’t deserve my pussy. He was a selfish asshole no matter what Bobbi thought, and he’d only paid forty bucks. So, I gave him what he’d earned, and I swallowed his load down my slutty throat as I came in sympathy, and then sent him on his way. I slipped the forty bucks into my jeans pocket, before Danny got up there.

Danny was nervous as hell, and while his dick wasn’t near Ryan’s size, it was hardly small and above average at seven inches and delightfully thick.

I made him take me doggie style, so kissing wouldn’t even come up, and there’d be no intimacy even in eye contact. Regardless, I worked him hard, pulsed, fluttered, squeezed, and milked him with rolling squeezes and grinds along his cock.

It was also a hell of a lot of pleasure for me, as I was stretched tautly around a real cock for the first time. Every time that I squeezed, ground, and milked him he let out a gasp of pleasure that drove me to greater efforts. I rocked my body back into his, meeting his thrusts, and I rolled my hips to milk him and make it better for both of us as he slammed home into my sex time and time again.

I’d said it before, but it was worth saying again, the act of fucking was double the pleasure, as I was drowning in the feelings of his sensitive cock sliding in and out and being hugged by my sex, while I also felt the pleasures his cock was having naturally on my slutty body. It was… incredible, and I fucked him with a wanton abandon.

I suspected he must have blown at least two loads that day with his hands, to get his money’s worth and so he wouldn’t be premature. It wasn’t quite a marathon, but for a virgin he still managed to pound my pussy for a good fifteen minutes before I’d extracted his cum. When the moment came, I squeezed around him as tightly as I could, and shook my lower body, giving him an intense and fast short milking action on his cock to extend his pleasure, and not so incidentally mine.

Though even without that part, I’d have done it anyway, I thrilled in delivering pleasure to the men and women that had earned it from me.

Plus, he’d made me cum twice, it’d been my third time drowning in heavenly bliss when he’d taken his pleasure.

It was another first that day, the only hole left on my body that was still virgin was my ass. Though, I hadn’t let anyone fuck my rounded and proudly supple D cups yet either. Mostly because they hadn’t asked.

His awed wonder as he got dressed at how wanton and slutty that I’d been for him, filled me with both delicious and embarrassing shame, but I just gave him a salacious wink, and patted his ego and made him feel like a fantastic lover even his first time. It was my nature, despite the surrealness of it and shame from society’s standards that still had a hold on me.

He had no doubts if he got another eighty dollars together that the hottest girl in school would eagerly spread her legs for him and cum wildly on his pounding cock. And he wasn’t wrong, because I totally would have.

Though, that shame was lessened after two weeks of it. I kind of enjoyed it, shamelessly if I could say that. Shamelessly enjoyed the shame? It was thing. I supposed what I mean is I enjoyed the shameful feeling, and didn’t feel more shame at taking enjoyment in it? If that makes sense.

Bobbi was surprised when she came back up after the boys left and found me still naked in bed. That didn’t stop her from smiling shyly and stripping down as she rejoined me. The rest of our afternoon was debauched, as we pleasured each other until almost six at night between rounds of talking and getting to know each other.

At that point, the vision skipped forward, but I remembered that night fondly, as I shared dinner with her and her parents, and we spent even more time hanging out afterwards without sex at all. In a lot of ways, Bobbi was my first true lover, and I’d always remember her with fondness, though… our affair had been a lot shorter than I’d hoped it would be.

The next two weeks went by in similar visions. I had eight men as clients now, and only two more of them fucked me once, but they all enjoyed quite few more blow jobs those fourteen days. I’d earned two and a half thousand dollars so far, just from blowing those eight guys an average of twice a week for a month, though some more than others, and some less, it averaged out.

I’d also hooked up with Bobbi five more times, for marathon sessions after school, as well as just spending time together, but the visions didn’t show the soft stuff. All my jailors cared about was enthrallment and sex, and the circumstances and lead-ups to them.

Lastly, I slowly stopped feeling shame at all over those two weeks. It was just natural, and my nature, and I grew to accept it despite my upbringing and society. I was beyond that after a month. It was still a thrill, every single time I took a cock into my mouth it felt like coming home, and like it was what I was made for. Giving pleasure with my body, and in gaining something in return for that pleasure. The idea of getting caught scared me, and I loved sex. Despite how many blow jobs I was giving out for cash, and my tryst with Bobbi, I was still Jilling myself off several times a day. Of course, they didn’t see that either, since they didn’t care about self sex.

I truly was a nymphomaniac, just a very disciplined one. I edited my thoughts and speech throughout the day. No one but my customers and Bobbi knew what a sex-obsessed whore I was, or that I always suppressed the innuendo, sultriness, and wicked words that found their way to my tongue but never fell off of it outside of my trysts.

Lastly, I was feeling very confident I wouldn’t get caught. The idea still scared me, but I really didn’t believe it would happen at that point. I was confident. The eight guys and Bobbi were surprisingly discrete and dependable. There was also just one more week left in the school year, our last day in the third week into May before I graduated. It seemed unthinkable that I could be caught, or that my whole life would be blown up. Just one more week to go.

But I was wrong.

It was a week that would change my life forever, and it’d blow up all my life plans.

 

Chapter Five — Nightmares

Present

Investigators Dennis Franken and Gale Francis both looked at me in disbelief as the visions stopped. It was later early evening that day, and there was a big dinner laid out on the table in front of us. We’d skipped lunch. It’d literally taken all day long to cover all the visions and sex I’d had that month.

And that’s only because things happened faster in the mind, otherwise it’d taken longer.

I frowned, “What?” as my cuff chains scraped across the table as I scarfed up roast beef sandwich and a bottle of water.

Dennis growled, “You’re evil.”

I felt a nagging doubt in his stubborn certainty, and I assumed they were referring to all the recent emotions and realizations I’d had, including my warm nascent affection for Bobbi that was undeniable. There was no way to fake that, even if I could lie to a shifter which I couldn’t, I couldn’t change my memories.

I snorted, “Keep thinking that, and lying to yourselves that us half-demons are born wrong and damned. Who knows, maybe I’ll become evil later so you can feel better about yourselves. After all, we still have over three years’ worth of sex to get through. Maybe my power will corrupt me,” I winked playfully, then took a bite of the sandwich.

Gale said, “I expect we will, everyone is the hero of their own tale. I have no doubt you are corrupted, and you’re just self-deluded. All half-demons go bad and try to start the apocalypse.”

I shrugged, “Except I can’t open gateways, that’s not a skill a succubus has, just like the normal warrior demons that can do that don’t have receptive empathy, enthrallment, or the ability to feed through sex. So, how am I supposed to end the world, exactly?”

I frowned, as I realized I could. Though I never would. It’d be easy to enthrall my way into the White House and start world war three with a nuclear launch. Of course, any vampire or witch could do the same with compulsion and mind spells respectively, so that didn’t prove a thing.

Gale narrowed her eyes, and it looked like Dennis wanted to slap me again, so I finished my sandwich and the next one without opening my mouth again. I was starving. Plus, I already had a headache, from not eating all day plus the memory recall potion probably had side effects.

I could feel their doubts, but also their certainty and brainwashing from childhood that all half-demons were evil. The truth was that we weren’t, we were mortal, just like every other race. God hadn’t judged us either way yet. Only the angels and the fallen ones were already judged and had earned heaven or damnation. I was no more born evil, than the corrupt and powerful Nephilim were born good.

But there was no way to prove that. Outside of the fact I could bear the touch of holy ground and holy water, when fallen angels and demons could not.

That said, I was far from sweet and light. My life had gotten hard after high school and that whole disaster at the end of my scholastic career. But I’d never used my magic to steal power, or to sacrifice or kill others for more power. Still, I’d done a few things I wasn’t proud of, in the name of survival and even to flourish in my dangerous supernatural world.

But even that benefited the humans to an extent. The potions I made for the black market were as good as the ones rubber stamped by the FDA, and they worked as advertised. I had integrity, and even outside of sex my magic urged for a balance in relationships. My customers got what they paid for, always, sex or healing potions, corrective vision, healing blindness, removing cancers, performance enhancers like the blue pill, and many others that were less… restricted, but still illegal for me to sell because I didn’t have a council’s green light and approval to sell them.

Gale sighed, “I’m not happy about another few weeks of this either. It’ll take at least that long to catch her sex life up to present, but we have no choice.”

I bit my lip, “You could always just take my word for it.”

Dennis snorted violent, “No we can’t, but stop tempting me.”

I rolled my eyes. Of course they couldn’t, they were under orders from the council to see this through.

After dinner they took my back to my cell. I missed my lovers, though I was close enough to feel their despair and other emotions, I couldn’t see them in the other cells around me. They were reinforced steel walls, with a heavy steel door keeping me in. Which was a waste, I had no access to power here.

I was also tired after reliving all those memories of my first month as a whore, and it wasn’t long before I fell off into sleep, and a nightmare of the afternoon I’d been taken came upon me.

Two days ago…

The magical exhaustion made me sway slightly on my feet as I looked with a certain satisfaction at the potions on the table. There were five hundred vials of healing potion, at a thousand a pop that was a cool half million, for thirty-six hours of grueling work. It wasn’t something I did often, I hated feeling helpless in our dangerous world, but the deal had been too good to pass up and I’d had to have them ready by that night or the deal would’ve fallen through.

It was also temporary, I’d regenerate my magic in mere hours, and even faster if I laid with one of my lovers. I was the leader of our little four-person supernatural group, but no one else in supernatural society or human society knew that. Half-demons were dangerous, and while I could pass for half fae and disguise my demon side I’d decided to make Gabby the face of our little group, and deal with our supernatural clients.

That also freed me up to pursue other things. Gabby dealt with setting up sales, meets, and I was just her alchemist, as far as everyone else was aware. It kept me free to act, and out from under the microscope. This order was unique, in that I usually only brewed less than two hours a day, which left plenty of time to burn watching out for my group, and other things.

Unrelated to the supernatural world, I was also one of the highest priced call girls in Reno, and more than that, ever since the humans had become aware of the supernatural two years ago, I’d stopped hiding my fae ancestry. The humans really got off on the exotic ears, and it’d made my price even higher. I had three steady lovers, the only three beings on the planet I trusted with my life and the truth of my half-demon ancestry, but I had a long list of regular clients as well.

Just from being a call-girl, I almost cleared two million a year, after taxes. At five thousand a night, I only earned about a quarter of that for the hundred nights or so a year I worked. One out of every three nights, two sometimes three times a week. The other seventy five percent came from outrageous tips and gifts from the very rich men I was arm candy for.

I could easily do just that and survive on my own, but surviving wasn’t enough. I loved my three lovers, and they also needed to feel useful in this life past cooling my libido the rest of the time. So we worked in the black market, and hid from the councils and authority.

The supernatural world was split into upper, middle, and outsider classes. The upper class had their heads so far up the ruling council’s collective asses that they couldn’t sneeze without permission. But they were also afforded the rich contracts and advantages, not to mention borrowed authority over the rest of the supernatural world.

The Nephilim ruled with an iron fist. The upper class was segregated, with the exception of that joint council at the very top in each city that was run by the Nephilim. The vampires and witches lived in covens in the cities, and all had clearly delineated territories. The shifters lived in packs outside the cities, as did the fae in mounds. There were no half breeds or rogues accepted into those upper-class groups.

The middle class was very similar, they just had slightly more autonomy and less authority, as long as they didn’t cross the council or upper class they were left alone. And by cross I didn’t mean just break the law. I meant being competition for customers, monetarily, socially, and even simply saying a bad word about them.

The outsiders were half breeds, or disgraced witches born on the wrong side of the sheets, or those that wanted nothing to do with the council and went their own way that didn’t violate it. People that weren’t welcome anywhere else.

Ironically perhaps, like the head council on the top, the outsider groups on the bottom did intermingle the races as well. It wasn’t odd for a group of supernaturals to band together. Witches, vampires, fae, and shifters, all living together in protection. Those groups however had limited opportunities, on selling the less lucrative potions that weren’t heavily controlled and only approved for sale by the upper-class assholes.

In short, it wasn’t odd for one outsider group to wipe out another, to preserve their business and opportunities.

That wasn’t something I countenanced aggressively, though my group had destroyed three others in self-defense the last few years.

In short, despite all the money I was making for me and for our group, the world was very hard and dangerous. We had to worry about outsider groups wanting to kill us and steal what was ours, and we had to worry about gaining the notice of the councils, who would kill a group with a hunting team for almost any reason or justification they could think of.

It wasn’t out of a sense of justice either, the councils were all about reputation and perception. They really didn’t want the humans to know just how violent we were, so they were more than happy to kill at the slightest violation of their many rules.

For instance, if we defended ourselves from another outsider group, and killed them and got rid of the evidence. A council team would clear us after investigating. But if we did that same exact thing even in self defense, but a human saw it, or it somehow made it into the press, we’d be killed out of hand. For making them look bad.

The supernatural world was complicated, hypocritical, and extremely violent.

Of course, being in the black market, we had to completely fly under their radar in that part of our lives. If we’re caught, we either flee or we die, and I really didn’t want to have to flee. We’d have to start all over in another city if we did, and it’d taken time to develop my reputation and client list as a call-girl, not to mention the contacts Gabby had groomed for selling our illegal wares.

But run we would, most supernaturals couldn’t face a half-demon, only the Nephilim could do so and even them not without impunity. I’d have an even chance of taking down one of those self-righteous arrogant assholes.

I’d just kind of fallen into the black-market thing, and I wasn’t sure what else we could do if we gave up the black market. It was also an in for the shifter in our group to get out his violent tendencies in the fight club where we sold our potions and arranged larger deals. The council was aware of us of course, but they thought we had normal human jobs, and they had no idea I was a succubus half-demon living right under their noses.

It was a few hours to one of the fight nights, and Gabby and our yummy shifter men that we shared were already at the warehouse the fights took place in, getting stuff ready. So I resigned myself to waiting for that recharge until I got there, as I started to load up the potions in our van. The exchange and payment would happen in just a few hours.

I even kind of knew I was in a dream at the time, I had no idea how they found us yet and the nightmare held no revelations that way. It seemed likely they’d found the fight club location and busted my witch and two shifters. Then they’d come for me at our home after questioning my people under truth spell. That was the likeliest scenario, but I couldn’t be sure, and call it bad luck, or the worst timing in the universe, but Murphy’s law kicked in and they came for me the moment I was at my weakest magically since before my demon powers came in at sixteen.

I was walking back toward the alchemy building on our property for the next tray of potions, which looked a bit like an oversized shed behind our large two story four-bedroom house. The wards went off as the team invaded my property. I knew it was a council team, and not an outsider group. None of the outsider groups had eight shifters and two witches in it, and that was the size of council hunting team.

No vampires on the team, obviously because the sun was still bright and high in the western sky.

Adrenaline flooded my veins as I froze for a moment unsure what to do. All my usual responses were worthless in that moment. I couldn’t conceal myself in fae magic, becoming invisible, scentless, and soundless took a whole lot of power, and I was running on fumes. There was also no way I could outrun them, and while I could probably kill a few of them, my hellfire would sputter out and the rest would tear me apart.

I might have enough to only hide my scent before the shifters closed, and find a hiding spot, but that wouldn’t hide me from the witches searching spells, so it was also a non-starter.

I drew my sword anyway, even if I didn’t have enough magic left to coat it with hellfire for more than a second or two, as a desperate plan occurred to me. Enthrallment didn’t take much power at all, but even if the witches hadn’t shielded the wolves on the team from mind magic, I knew the witches would be protected.

That was my desperate shot, enthrall the wolves, stab the witches, and get the fuck out of dodge.

That last-ditch plan was another non-starter though, as I stared at the wolves rushing me and sent little wisps of magic out, only to have my magic blocked, I couldn’t make the connection to their bodies and minds.

Still, I wouldn’t lay down and die. The first to reach me dodged my lunge, and I rolled to the side and slashed my sword opening up the throat of the second shifter. Of course, a shifters whole thing was shifting with their magic, and they could heal wickedly fast unless their magic had run out. It was less healing, than shifting away a wound.

So the slash in his throat just melted away as his neck reformed.

I’d been going for a decapitation, that was the only way to kill them fast.

I ran for the house in three fast steps as a feint, then reversed and spun to the side. That time my sword came squarely down on the first wolf’s neck and sent his body and head flying in different directions.

But I was out of time, and three more wolves pounced and took me down a split second later. I couldn’t help it in my terror, my pounding heart, as my magic potently rose in me. What was left of it, anyway. A flash of hellfire exploded out of me, exhausting the last dregs of my magic even as it was the death sentence for the three wolves on me. They didn’t die immediately, but hellfire was a hungry thing, it consumed them, their magic, and eventually their lives.

I wasn’t conscious long enough to see it though, as the two witches finally finished casting, and their spells knocked me unconscious. I’d thought for sure I’d never wake up, because my use of hellfire had betrayed what I was, not to mention my horns appeared in my sleep or if I had no power to feed the tiny glamour that kept them hidden.

I woke up from the nightmare with a gasp, my heart racing from reliving my stupidity. I should’ve told that asshole to fuck off, and to either wait a week for his potions or let the sale go. It’s not like we were desperate for money. Now I was marked for death, while two investigators went through my memories.

But… I wasn’t without hope, even if that hope was based in desperation. I just needed more time, and thanks to the silly idea of permanent enthrallments I just may get it.

It was apparent that the team had already known what I was though, based on all that had happened since. I didn’t blame my lovers, since they wouldn’t have been able to resist a magical questioning, any more than I could. I was just surprised the team that busted them had asked a question that would trigger that information. I couldn’t imagine the surviving four shifters wouldn’t have ripped my throat out on the spot, for both being a demon and killing four of their team members, if they hadn’t already had orders not to.

When my heart finally slowed, I tossed and turned the rest of the night.

“Sleep well?” Dennis asked with a smirk. No doubt there were cameras in the cells, and the night guard had told them I’d tossed and turned all night.

“Is he always this much of a dick?” I asked Gale conversationally.

It was totally worth the ear ringing slap to the back of my head, as I half ducked and half stumbled into the interrogation room.

Gale said coldly, “Only when he has to protect the evil bitch that killed four members of his pack.”

I looked at Gale as I sat down in the seat, “Protect?” as I grabbed a water. No damned coffee, but I wasn’t going to complain about that. I also grabbed a donut. I felt absolutely no guilt for those deaths, it was self-defense in my mind. Though that didn’t wash from their side of the equation, no more than a human citizen protecting themselves from corrupt cops trying to kill instead of arrest would wash.

Gale narrowed her eyes, and I held my hands up in surrender. If looks could kill I was sure I’d be dead, and twice over from Dennis’s glare. Maybe she’d meant from his own instincts, which why was he was such a grumpy asshole all the time.

“No.”

Dennis growled, and his whole body was vibrating in barely restrained rage.

I said innocently, “Just answering your question, I did not sleep well.”

Gale blew out an exasperated sigh, and I managed to hold back a wink.

I really wasn’t a bitchy wiseass most of the time, or at all really. These assholes brought it out in me. The council was an ironfisted regime, and anyone that disagreed with them were killed. This really was a very odd situation in my world, thanks to their paranoia about a power I hadn’t even known about and doubted really existed in the first place.

I supposed part of it was also the fact it was my only way to fight back right now, words. Their mind raping potions and spells really did piss me off. I felt vulnerable, violated, disgusted, and mortified at them knowing so many private details about my life. Arguably worse in some small way, even after seeing my thoughts, motivations, and emotions they still thought I was evil.

You just can’t fix stupid. Their opinions were too deeply engraved on their psyches.

I picked up a second donut, first class breakfast service. I scarfed it down and drained the rest of the water from the bottle.

Gale said spitefully, “This may not take that long after all, we’ll see.”

I raised an eyebrow.

Gale said, “I requested a change in format, but I haven’t heard back from the council yet.”

“Change in format?”

Gale shrugged, “It’s obvious you’ve fed on innocent victims a lot without using any kind of enthrallment at all. It occurred to me to modify the spell to only include those times you enthralled or enthralled during sex.”

I snorted derisively, “Innocent victims?”

More like the best fucked humans on the planet.

I was also worried, that would cut down on how long this took, by a whole lot, and my plans as pathetic as they were couldn’t afford that. Though I was close to completing step one. As long as it didn’t happen today it might still work.

Of course, Dennis picked up on that worry in my scent and smiled evilly at me, with the promise of death in his eyes. I had no doubt if they got the green light to kill me after the investigation, which they would, he’d be tearing me apart in his wolf form.

And they call me evil.

Gale snarked, “The vice-principal of your old school, and how about…”

I cut her off with another snort, “That’s up next, so why don’t you take a look at it from my point of view, before jumping to any conclusions.”

It was a silly thought, even if I wasn’t evil, and they admitted it, it wouldn’t change anything. I was still dead a bunch of times over, for killing some of their team, selling illegal potions in the black market, helping to run a fight club, and even for my snark. Even if they were persuaded that I wasn’t a bad sort and half-demons weren’t born evil, they’d still kill me for how I was born. Merely to cover their own asses, and because it was the law. If they didn’t kill me, the council would hunt and kill them.

Point being, the only way I was getting out alive was if I could escape, run, and evade.

I had given thought to my old life. If I did escape, I wouldn’t get involved with the black market again, and would minimize possible exposures. Shifters didn’t have to fight to get their aggression out, they could do that with fucking too. The first time I’d gotten involved… well I almost hadn’t had a choice, but I wasn’t nearly so desperate anymore, outside of the death hovering over my head I mean.

They finished up their breakfasts, and I sighed as the witch handed me a potion. I opened up the vial and drank it down.

Gale cast her spell.

 

Chapter Six — Blackmailed

Three years ago…

It was a rainy day that Monday, with thunderstorms. The kind that let out rolling thunder that seemed to last forever. It was the start of the last week of school before graduation. There were still finals going on until the next day, but I was already done with all of mine, and I expected not much at all would be going on in our classes except quiet conversation and staring out windows.

The hallways were full, and I was chatting with Jenna lightly on our way to class. I felt a little guilty I hadn’t shared my new life with Jenna, but I knew she wouldn’t understand. Bobbi hardly understood, and I was giving her multiples, it wasn’t like I could share my magic or nature. I’d always known instinctively to hide it, it was built into fae DNA to be subtle, discrete, and hidden, not that I’d known I was half fae at the time.

Back then my only clue was pointed ears, and for all I knew I was an elf, faery, or something else that hadn’t ever even been in human myths and legends.

The loudspeaker came on, and I could hardly hear it over the loud sounds of all the students moving between classrooms, “Alexis Black, please report to the main office,” then the announcement repeated.

Jenna gave me a questioning look, and I just shrugged helplessly.

“I have no idea. I’ll fill you in third period… if I’m not back sooner.”

I honestly didn’t know, but my stomach sunk anyway, and I felt nervous. I doubted it was about my enterprise the last month, but it was natural to see events through your fears. I had myself mostly convinced it was about something else by the time I arrived.

Still, even with my customers being discrete there were a lot of ways it could come out, not least of which was a parent questioning one of my eight male clients about their bank accounts dwindling. That would be the worst-case scenario though, and I took a deep breath, put a smile on my face, and held my head up high as I walked into the office.

Miss Rejewski said, “There you are. The vice-principal wants to see you. Go right in.”

I replied, “Thanks, Miss Rejewski.”

I walked over to the open door in the right back corner of the office, and I knocked tentatively on the door.

Vice Principal Butler was in his early forties. He was six foot one, with salt and pepper hair and brown eyes. He was kind of handsome actually, with an in-shape medium build and a distinguished look. He was also a total hard-ass, at least to the students. The principal was much better liked, the vice-principal was the one who usually gave out the punishments.

I’d seen his office twice in the last four years.

He had a gravely authoritarian voice.

“Miss Black, come in and shut the door.”

He was all professional mien in voice and bearing, but his emotions were excited. While he’d enjoyed the view the last two times I’d been in his office, this time I felt the lust rolling off of him potently, and he didn’t even pretend not to check me out. His beady brown eyes were eye-fucking the cleavage I had on display that morning.

I was dressed in a sexy but conservatively long black skirt, that swished around my legs just above my knees when I walked. Up top I had on a white halter top that showed off my stomach, and it covered just enough of my breasts to not flash my bra at anyone.

“Yes, sir,” I said a little too sultrily, his emotions were hitting my buttons, even as I panicked a little bit inside. He knew, those two words kept repeating themselves in my head, it was the only thing that made sense. Because of that panic, my body and sensual graceful movements were on autopilot, including my voice which could get a dead man hard in its natural state. I usually spoke with a forced inflexion.

His door shut behind me, and he finally met my eyes as I took a seat in front of his desk.

“Did you know, Miss Black, that I’m in charge of supervising the school paper?”

My stomach sank further, and at the same time I felt a thrill. A naughty thrill. I could tell by his emotions, he didn’t want to punish me, or expose me. He wanted to fuck me, badly. He was practically vibrating with it.

“No, sir. I wasn’t aware,” I said with a little more control in my voice, thought the words still came out tinged with sultry promise. Just… a whole lot more subtly, and not quite so slutty.

He nodded, and I was resigned to taking the long way around and waiting for him to get to the point, though the idea of fucking him for his silence sent a thrill down my spine. I already knew that’s where this was going, and for some reason the idea of the older handsome man, and prick, fucking me, was making me wet. I also felt shame for the first time in almost a week and a half, and that was a further thrill for me. The man was going to abuse his authority over me, just so he could fulfill the fantasy of fucking the hottest student in the graduating class.

It was so wrong, but at the same time it already had me moistening below, and my heart started to pick up speed as adrenaline flooded my veins. My nipples tightened, and I deliberately crossed my legs and squirmed just a bit, putting a delicious sliding pressure on my clit and causing tingles down below.

He said, “As such, I have full access to their computer files, as well as a log of deletions made by the students. I was recently doing an audit of this year’s activities, when I saw some videos had been made and deleted that I was previously unaware of, which was a red flag. Of course, such deletions are never permanent, with the school’s file backup system.”

I put a worried look on my face, and tried to look embarrassed, and very reluctant to be there, which was pretty much the opposite of what I felt.

He raised an eyebrow, “I’m sure you know what I found, Miss Black?”

He was going for intimidation, trying to scare me, so I played along. It wasn’t hard to fake, because I truly felt it, though I was far more excited than scared in that moment.

“Yes, sir,” I said fearfully, and with an embarrassed blush as I looked down. Most guys would deny it, but reluctant schoolgirl and coerced sex was a pretty common fantasy. Of course, the second part of that was the schoolgirl being overcome by lust and not being able to help herself as she became the older adult’s wanton pleasure slut.

So, I was giving it to him, his base and wickedly depraved fantasy. It was also what he expected, if I’d tried to seduce him outright or acted boldly it might have made him wary and discard the whole idea. Then parents would be called, and my life would explode into a million little pieces as everyone in my small town would find out I was a whore.

Which… by then honestly had an appeal of its own even as it mortified me. What didn’t have an appeal was wrecking my graduation and possibly affecting my college career from such a scandal.

Obviously, I needed him to fuck me, so he couldn’t go back on his word without losing his job in the ensuing scandal. Plus, it was hot, and the last thing I expected from the hard-ass vice-principal. My magic also seemed perfectly fine with that concept, he was giving me a pass and would cover for me, and I was giving him a shot to pleasure his cock in my young, nubile, and made for sex body.

Of course, if that wasn’t his offer, and he got too greedy and unbalanced the equation that I expected, then my magic wouldn’t be happy with it at all. So I was still a little worried and that showed in my face and body language.

Not to harp on it, but it was a thrill for me not because I was a nympho and pervert, but that was a part of it too. Mostly it was the idea that the vice-principal couldn’t resist me, and he wanted to fuck me badly enough to put his whole career at risk. It was naughty, made me feel incredibly sexy, and that’s all I’ll say about that.

He said firmly, “This could ruin lives, young lady. I’ve never expelled anyone in the last week of school before, especially not the valedictorian of the graduating class. When your college hears of this they could even retract their acceptance. Not just you either, the six young men, two of which have football scholarships, not to mention the two men and women on the school paper who obviously covered this up. What would your parents say, if they found out you were charging money for sex?”

I blushed and looked down again, “I’m sorry. They… it would be awful.”

He frowned, “My duty in this is clear. This isn’t merely a sex scandal and breaking the school’s rules. Prostitution is illegal, you could go to jail.”

I looked up at him with a trembling lip, and asked hopefully, “Is there anything you can do to help prevent that, sir? I’m really sorry, sir. I’ll do anything you want, I didn’t mean to ruin lives.”

The surge of lust I felt when I said I’d do anything almost made me giggle, but I managed to look contrite and frightened.

He said, “This would also be a black eye for the school itself. I could cover it up for you, make sure this scandal didn’t harm any of us, if you were willing to do something for me.”

I tilted my head in mock confusion and fear for a moment, then as if it finally occurred to me what he was getting at, I blushed furiously and gave him a hopeful and timid look.

My voice came out sinfully sweet and breathy, with just a hint of reluctance. I was a succubus after all, and I could read emotions. Seduction was as easy as breathing, even in my relative youth and naivety three years ago.

“Anything, sir.”

His surge of lust and excitement sent a thrill down my spine.

He ordered, “Get up and come here.”

I hesitated just a moment, then smiled with shy excitement and a little shame, which was easy because I did feel that. I stood up and walked around the desk, and then stood right in front of him.

He looked up into my eyes, and I trembled a little in reluctant excitement as I bit my lip and let out a soft sigh when he touched my lower thigh. It was the perfect mix of emotions to motivate him, and I let out a gasp as his hand firmly traced up my leg to the apex.

His eyes widened, “You’re a nasty whore, aren’t you? You’re soaked for me, and no panties?”

I bit my lip, and I let out a pleasured gasp as his fingers stealthily slipped into my quim. It was so damned wrong, but my head was fogged with lust and I gave into the pleasure his rough and insistent fingers engendered in me.

He growled, “Answer me.”

I let a little fear into my eyes, even as they widened further in pleasure at his firm yet deliciously talented touch.

“Yes, sir.”

He growled, “Yes, what?”

I blushed furiously, even as a thrill went down my spine, “I’m a nasty whore, and I never wear panties when I wear a long skirt, sir.” I’d also said it in full voice, my naturally full on slutty sultry voice that I’ve disguised the last two years.

Then my whole body trembled, and that trembling wasn’t artful at all, as I gave out a sharp but muffled gasp as I covered my mouth with my hand, as I came all over his fingertips and quivered and squeezed around his middle finger.

He said, “Holy shit, you are a hot wild little thing, aren’t you?”

“I am, sir. I can’t help it, please, sir,” I begged.

He smirked, and I felt his wonder at my beauty, my built for sin body, and how incredibly slutty I was, but also his shock at this turn of events. A little thrill that I was so wet for him, and that I’d just cum for him so easily.

I’d been primed for it, hard.

“Please, what?” he demanded.

My eyes widened with just that last bit of reluctance, as I bit my lip and my eyes flickered down to his bulge, as if I hadn’t been able to stop myself from looking. I also felt a surge of lust, his package was generous, not Ryan generous, but more than on the high side of average.

“Fuck me, sir. Please,” I begged.

He spun me around and forcefully bent me over the desk, then flipped my skirt over my ass. He spanked me pretty firmly, then squeezed my ass hard.

“Fuck, Miss Black. I’ve been wanting to spank your perfectly bubbled and juicy ass for two years now.”

I honestly blushed at that, and asked playfully, “Was it everything you imagined, sir?”

He spanked me again, and a little sharp gasp left my mouth. I wanted to be louder and not suppress my noises of pleasure, but there was too great a chance of getting caught if I was.

I asked in nervous hopefulness, “Would you like to fuck it, sir? I’ve never had a cock in my ass before, sir,” I said that second part with a slightly nervous quiver in my voice.

He growled, “I’d love to, Miss Black, but unfortunately I have no lube with me.”

Then I felt his hard cock spear into me, and we both let out a gasp. He was the fourth cock to enter my sex, but also the first to do so bareback. Fuck me, if it didn’t feel ten times better than a condom. His hard yet so soft and silken skin sliding against my most sensitive and velvety folds and into my slickly snug and heated passage.

It was delicious, how I stretched tautly around him. A slight discomfort and a whole lot of pleasure went through my body in gentle waves. He rocked his body and sunk his cock in me one delicious thrust at a time, his soft skin pulling at my sensitive and stretched silken walls. His hands felt really good on my ass as well, squeezing and kneading with authority. He had a firm touch, manhandling me which I really enjoyed, without being cruel or truly hurting me. It was a thrill, and the first time I’d ever had a man take me aggressively.

I really enjoyed it, being dominated. I wouldn’t like pain, or a cruel man, but apparently my inner succubus most definitely had a submissive side. A part of that I suspected even in that moment, was the magic. The magic would make me enjoy giving what my partner liked. Would relish it, and it would urge me to give my partners what they had earned.

In charge, dominant, or submissive, all of it would get me off. Just like I seemed to enjoy men, women, and of all shapes and body types. I didn’t discriminate, fucking was fucking, and pleasure was pleasure.

I also wasn’t idle, submissive didn’t mean passive, and I squeezed his cock hard a few times on his out stroke, and I rippled along him with a roll of my hips in a way that made him gasp.

I let out a sweet breathy gasp of my own as he fully buried himself.

He asked belatedly while waiting for me to adjust to his size, “You’re on the pill?”

I said breathily, “I’m safe, sir.”

I was pretty sure I was, since my period was due in a day or two so there was no way I was fertile, and the words only implied I was answering him with a yes. Even back then, I never lied, but I could and did naturally misdirect and let assumptions take their natural course. I was too thrilled by taking his cock bareback, at how good it felt, and the idea of feeling him empty himself into me was far too thrilling to deny after he was already inside me.

I hadn’t known back then my magic would prevent conception unless I specifically willed myself to be fertile. But the magic was an influence on me always and I suspected it had no small part in my sudden willingness and need to feel this asshole’s cock pump me full of cum. Fuck, my head was spinning and fogged with lust at the thought of walking around all day with the vice-principal’s wicked sperm inside me. A constant reminder of our naughty and dangerous transaction, just so he could fuck my hot and tight little pussy.

Then he started to grind me, and he punished my ass with harsh squeezes, no doubt because he was afraid the sharp retort of a spank would be heard out in the main office. Turns out I really liked that too, the naughty pain turned into delicious pleasure as soon as it radiated to my clit. Staggeringly powerful euphoria stormed through my trembling body thunderously, as I came for the second time around his harshly plundering cock.

I stuffed my face in my arm to mute my wanton cries of pleasure as my sex convulsed wildly and milked him with heedless rolling squeezes that made him gasp in shocked delight. I knew my pussy was doing impossibly pleasurable things for him, but I didn’t think he’d complain, or think supernatural. He’d just assume I was an incredibly talented whore, and one hot nubile fuck.

He was also, I had to admit, the best fuck I’d ever had. To date anyway, future partners would put him to shame, but there was no comparison between his skills and the three young men who were mostly clueless about how to pleasure a woman that I’d screwed. I worked with him, counter grinding, squeezing, and fluttering at the harsh pounding pace he’d set.

He said in grunting wonder, “You’re a talented little whore, better than I’ve ever had.”

I said with sultry breathiness, “You too, sir. Your cock is so big, sir. It feels so good fucking my tight naughty pussy. Fuck me harder, sir.”

He growled, “What a slut.”

“Yes, sir. A slut for your fat cock, sir.”

His cock wasn’t that big, above average and very nice, but men loved to be told they had a big cock. Plus, it did feel amazing sliding in and out of me, skin to skin, flesh to flesh. The feeling of my own pleasure added to the feedback of his and was mind-bogglingly intense as he pounded into me. I already felt a third orgasm coming on, from experiencing double the pleasure.

It made me wish the boys would cough up the eighty instead of forty, so I could just fuck all the time. I felt like this was what my purpose in life was, what I was made for. Of course, I still felt the same way about blowjobs, that I’d found my place in life, so that wish was a very situational thing I knew. I’d miss sucking cock, otherwise.

He grunted, and as he went over inside me, and I joined him as I came apart around his plundering cock one last time. The sensation of his hot cum painting my walls and warming me, while I came wildly undone around his pulsing and throbbing cock and milked him for his seed was wild. The pleasure was further enhanced as my magic fed from him, and a rush of power filled my body as his strength, lust, and cum was drained into me in ropes.

Gods, it was so good I couldn’t see straight, and I merely endured the powerful storm of blissful ecstasy as it rocked through my body. Fortunately, my pussy seemed to know what to do all on its own, and it kept milking and constricting around him wildly and in time to his own pulses. It also increased his own pleasure, being fed on, and he came extremely long for me.

He pulled out and spanked my ass playfully.

“Clean me up, now.”

I felt a shocked thrill at that order, and I didn’t even really think it through before I just turned and dropped to my knees, and I wantonly sucked the shared pleasure off of his cock. It was honestly delicious, as I looked up into his eyes and let out a wickedly sweet and naughty moan at our mixed taste.

Then I reached into my purse, and I pulled out a pair of panties. I needed something to hold it in, after all, or I’d be leaking down my leg while I walked, and I always had a spare pair or two in purse. Otherwise, I’d have walk around soaked all day after creaming in my panties during one of my daily blow jobs.

We both checked each other thoroughly for signs of sexual congress, before he sent me away.

For the next few hours under the potion’s spell was a proceed of normal encounters during that last week, in the school paper room. If anything, the frequency went up, as the end of school was coming and the young virile men that were my clients seemed to want to get as much pleasure from me as they could before the school year ended.

As I’d indicated earlier, the blowjobs were as thrilling as the first time I’d given Jason head in my dining room. Each and every time. The magic helped make it so, feeling their pleasure, feeling the weight of what I owed them and needing to make it good for them, so they got their money’s worth.

I enjoyed reliving those memories, but I was also disgusted by the idea of them being seen by others. That last week I was still confident, even more confident than ever to just keep on with it. I also wasn’t sure I could’ve stopped if I wanted to. I had it mostly under control, and I had a good handle on my magic, or so I’d thought, at the time.

Then the memory vision stopped, for lunch.

Present…

“You really are a shameless slut.”

I raised an eyebrow in question, was that ever in doubt?

Dennis snorted, “You didn’t even think of just enthralling him. The vice-principal.”

I blushed, “No, I didn’t. You felt it, how turned on I was by the idea. Plus the magic wanted it besides, and I was onboard myself. I wanted to know what it was like with an older man with experience, plus it’d been almost five days since I had a dick in my pussy.

“Even if I had thought of it, I wouldn’t have done it. It would’ve left our relationship unbalanced and that would’ve nagged at me.”

Gale looked curious despite herself, “What do you mean?”

I replied, “If I enthralled him to get him to do something for me, without doing something for him, that would create an imbalance. There’s a difference between covering something up by ordering silence on the matter, and in having someone actively cover something up to the risk of their career and reputation in the community. He’d earned his illicit fuck, with a young sexy woman with a tight pussy. Besides, I’m a succubus, even if I hadn’t been sure of what I was back then I already understood my nature. Sex is my greatest weapon and my greatest gift. Well, mostly understood my nature.”

Dennis asked, “Mostly?”

I shrugged, “So far everything you’ve seen is positive. Me giving sex to people that have earned it, through money, affection, friendship, and even in the vice-principal’s case for the risk he took in promising to cover it up and watch my back. There is balance in that. My magic also addresses balance in the other direction, though that hasn’t come up often in my life your about to see the first time after we finish our lunch.”

Dennis snorted, “You mean evil abuse and overfeeding.”

I shook my head, “No. Abuse would be to take what I hadn’t earned. That’s the dark side of my magic. The temptation to steal from others to increase my power at a faster rate, and simply because those that do become twisted by it.

“What I’m talking about didn’t twist my soul, nor did it change who I was. I’m talking about the good side of my magic that addresses balance. Sometimes that balance is negative, and the cost of that can be high for the one trying to take from me without giving back, but never to the point of stealing their souls and sacrificing their lives, entirely.”

Gale shook her head, “You’re self-justifying, why not just let the vision memory speak for itself.”

I snorted, “Because we’ll be skipping important parts, and go right to the main event. A critical piece to it happened hours before the main event, I doubt the potion will show it. There are things you won’t see associated with it. But you’re right, I don’t really give a crap what you believe. I was just explaining my nature, because you both asked. I did promise to answer your questions, after all, and I’m fae enough to need to follow through on that. I feel no need to justify my existence to you, nor to convince you of the truth that I’m far from an evil being born wrong.

“I’d also point out, that if a misbalance exists for a succubus, it’s because I’m being raped, or at the very least heavily coerced against my will,” I said coolly, even as I clamped my mouth shut at the next words I wanted to say. That it wasn’t all too different from the way they were raping my mind. I knew they’d probably take it as a threat, even if an empty one.

Dennis snorted, “You can’t rape the willing.”

Gale glared at her partner.

I chuckled, “I am always willing, but I’m never free. The magic ensures that. Integrity is usually enough. My prices aren’t exactly out of line or too heavy a burden. By definition they can’t be, not for someone like me who hasn’t been seduced to use the left-hand path simply for power or selfishness.”

Gale said, “Alright, tell us what happened over the rest of lunch, then we’ll dive into the main event.”

Dennis snorted, “You can’t be serious.”

Gale shrugged, “We’re investigating how her power works, more insight into that may help us on future hunts.”

Dennis rolled his eyes, but he didn’t object as I started talking.

 

Chapter Seven — Magic’s price

Three Years ago…

It was just a day before the last day of school. Thursday later that same week, when I was called into the office again at lunchtime. I wasn’t too nervous about it, even though I was sure it had something to do with my extra-curricular activities the last month and a week.

Miss Rejewski gave me a piercing look as I walked in.

I just smiled back, I was in a cotton spring dress that day, light and casual with brown sandals that were open toed. It was a little short, but not outside of school rules, and a lot of others had even shorter shorts and skirts on all the time. Just short enough I was wearing panties that day, just in case. The top was a little revealing, but still in the realm of tasteful. It was just… sexy as hell because of how massive my rounded and pert D cups were.

She said, “Vice-principal wants you again, everything okay?”

I nodded with a smile, “Great, thanks. Unless I’m in trouble this time?”

Implying that I wasn’t last time I’d had to see him. Lying without the lie, I was far too good at it.

She smiled, “I see, I honestly have no idea what he wants. Take a seat, there’s someone else in there with him now.”

I nodded and sat in the chair, crossing my legs a little primly. I didn’t fail to notice the two students and one of the guidance counselors checking out my legs and cleavage. The skirt was a couple of inches shorter once I was sitting, and it barely reached mid-thigh while sitting down, but my crossed legs maintained what little modesty I had, and no one got a peak at my panties or goods.

I really enjoyed that kind of thing, even from men I wasn’t interested in. I wouldn’t say I was arrogant about my beauty or my body clearly built for sin, it was just… a fact that I reveled in. In short, I didn’t use it to manipulate stupid horny men or get my way, nor lead them on or otherwise abuse their attraction to me. I reveled in it only to seduce, and never tease if I didn’t hope to be following through. If that made sense.

Especially now that I was sexually active. It was my nature. I was far from entitled, and always paid my relationship debts, usually with wanton joy. Of course, them just enjoying the view kept the balance in the simple thrill it gave me to be admired for my beauty and body. There was no debt involved in me being eye fucked, from either side.

Cheap thrill in exchange for a cheap thrill.

No doubt, I was very unique, because of my nature and the magic, and even my fae side who were highly honorable about debts. The fae could be slippery as an eel but my magic countered that part of me greatly.

The door opened, and one of the younger stoners from tenth grade looked mulish as he headed out of the office without a word. Then I got up and headed into his office as the vice principal crooked his finger.

He rounded his desk, “The door, and take a seat, Miss Black.”

He was radiating anger, as well as lust, as I closed the door and sat across from him the second time that week, and only the fourth time in my entire high school career.

“Sir, is something wrong?”

He closed his eyes, and he rubbed them, “Yes, there’s something wrong. You’re a dumb slut, that’s what’s wrong.”

I felt shock at his words, a little annoyance at his anger, and despite myself a little thrill at his surge of lust. Clearly, verbally abusing me had turned him on, a lot.

“What happened?”

He snorted, “What happened. This morning you were a little too loud, is what happened.”

I blushed, it’d been just a few hours ago when I added Ryan to the boys that had fucked me. He was the one with the really big cock, ridiculously thick, and at least nine inches long. He’d made me cum so fucking hard, at least five times before I came a sixth with him. I’d rode him hard, and I’d put him away very wet while straddling him on the couch.

Best eighty bucks I’d ever made.

Honestly the delicious light pain at riding him adding to the pleasure wasn’t that much better than the average cocks I’d had in me. What had really made the difference was his stamina. He must’ve dumped several loads before school to make sure he lasted long enough and got his money’s worth. I’d been riding him for almost thirty minutes, which was the real difference, I’d never fucked that long before.

I’d also learned a new thing about myself, the longer it lasted the more potent my orgasms were. I wasn’t just multi-orgasmic, but every orgasm had been slightly stronger and longer than the one before it. Ryan was insufferable as we were getting dressed, at getting me off six times, but in truth I’d gotten myself off by being on top and in control. Ryan had no clue how to fuck at all.

Lastly, I decided then and there I’d use my other magic, glamour magic, to shield my loud screams of pleasure if I was in a semi-public place. I should’ve been doing it already, but it honestly hadn’t occurred to me.

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“I see, someone heard?”

He sighed, “Yes. To be specific, Mr. Jackson.”

“The Gym teacher?”

He was kind of cute, late twenties and still young looking, with a built body. He was five foot eleven, with black hair and gray eyes, chiseled features. He was a dominant personality and very strict like the vice principal, and I also knew he had a huge package similar to Ryan’s, though I hadn’t seen it in the flesh so to speak, his gym clothes just couldn’t possibly hide that monster.

He grimaced, “Yes. Unfortunately, he went to your guidance counselor first. Then they both came to my office.”

My guidance counselor was Mr. Grimes. He was even younger than the Gym teacher, I’d guess around twenty-six. He had blonde hair, blue eyes, and a cute boyish face. He was six feet even, and he had a wiry build. He was also one of those people who did fake nice. He always seemed happy to see me, and discuss my future, but by his emotions I knew he couldn’t really give a crap what happened to me in the future.

Both him and the gym teacher had lusted for me in the past, but that was natural. That didn’t mean they’d give into it, abuse their positions, or compromise their integrity. All men wanted to fuck me, young, eighteen, nubile, and hot, who wouldn’t? That didn’t mean they all would though, and I was a bit worried in that moment.

I blushed, “How did he know it was me?”

I mean, one cry of pleasure sounded much like the rest of them, for the most part.

Vice-principal Butler snorted, “Maybe because your partner was loud too, and there’s only one Alexis in this school, that goes by Lexi.”

Oh, right, well Ryan had been talking dirty, I seem to remember. Telling me how hot I was, and wild, as I slid up and down his cock like the nasty whore I was. It had really turned me on, and it was probably yet a third reason I had so many and amazing orgasms.

“So, what now?”

He’d promised to cover it up, and to cover my ass if I fucked him. But I got that there was nothing he could do if these guys were going to make it a problem.

He pulled his license out of his pocket and handed it to me.

“Memorize that address, do not write it down, or put it in your phone.”

I frowned, “Yes, Sir.”

He said, “I did the best I could, and took a chance. If your stupidity in not being discrete enough hadn’t happened, well then this wouldn’t be happening either.”

“Took a chance, sir?”

He shrugged, “If this gets out then it’s inevitable my part in it would come out as well. So with nothing to lose it was worth the risk to… suggest alternatives to Mr. Grimes and Mr. Jackson. Alternatives other than what school policy would call for.”

Oh.

“You want me to fuck them?”

My magic seemed okay with that idea, similar to Butler they’ll earn it with their silence. Hopefully this would be the last problem. Last day of school was tomorrow, after all.

He said, “It’s a little more involved than that. They’ve been… having fantasies about you, similar to mine the last couple of years, when you… ripened.”

“Sir?” I tilted my head in question, as I felt a powerful surge of lust from him, that hit my libido pretty hard. I was wet again.

He shook his head, “I’ll just come out and say it, they want to see you dominated, and made airtight. It’ll also give me a chance to fuck your amazing ass, I’ve thought of little else since you offered it to me on Monday.”

A little thrill went down my spine, at the idea of having a cock in all three holes at once. It’d also be the first time I was fucked in the ass. I could already picture it, riding Mr. Jackson’s fat cock while rocking my tight lips back and forth along Mr. Grimes cock, and also being ass fucked at the same time. I could totally imagine both Jackson and Butler dominating me, but I couldn’t imagine Grimes doing it, he was too… fake, to have a spine in my mind. But maybe he’d surprise me.

There was only one problem with the whole thing, I could feel my magic roil in dissatisfaction at the idea of gifting my anal virginity to Butler. He’d already had me.

I suggested as diffidently as possible, “Why don’t they just split-roast me? I’m sure that would satisfy them. I’m not sure I could take your huge cock in my ass, sir. Plus, you already promised to cover for me for what happened between us on Monday.”

It was a bit awkward, because I knew he wouldn’t really understand my point of view, but the truth was I didn’t owe him anything for this. He had no affection for me either, I was just a young hot piece of meat that was beneath him, except for the fact I had the sexiest ass he’d ever laid eyes on and seemed to have an anal domination kink.

I smiled shyly, “Unless of course, you want to pay my going rate for the privilege?”

That went over like a lead balloon based on his thunderous expression. I had no social power here in this room at all. And he knew it, and he was going to use it to force me to give him my ass. I felt a little sick about that. It turned me on a little too, I’ve been fantasizing about losing my anal cherry for a couple of weeks now while Jilling off.

I already knew I’d enjoy it. Just like I had amazing body control, and could suppress my gag reflex, or control my pussy so well with stronger and independent floor muscles of a succubus, I could also relax my ass. Just the tingle of feeling something against it, made my sphincter relax in the thrill and anticipation.

I’d had big dildos up there already. Just like sucking and fucking, I’d done my research. The delicious burning sensation, slight pain, and sense of fulness was amazing. I was looking forward to there being a fleshy and silky hard cock sliding in between that tight ring.

But he hadn’t earned it, the pleasure that my tight little ass would give him.

I could just walk out and try to come to an accommodation on my own, but that was a minefield. I may have fucked up, and done something stupid, but I was far from stupid. I was a whore, but I was also the smartest girl in class. They may panic at the idea, and they may assume I had control of Vice-principal Butler instead of the other way around if I tried to dictate terms. That would make them fear I wouldn’t keep my mouth shut, or that I’d try to blackmail them after they fucked me, which would no doubt lead to them doing the right thing and going to the schoolboard to report the whole thing.

I could also enthrall him, and just tell him no, but the next words out of his mouth made me hesitate to do that.

“First of all, I’ll pretend you didn’t just proposition me and try to get money out of me. Secondly, they won’t go for that, they want you airtight. Third, I did promise to cover for you, but this situation is different, and I took a huge risk in what I suggested to them.”

I suppressed a snort. He might even believe that, but it wasn’t true. He took a huge risk in fucking my pussy on Monday, and by him agreeing to cover for me. Just because it got a little harder and more complicated didn’t mean it wasn’t already covered by that… transaction.

I wasn’t fooled by his twisted logic, and my magic certainly wasn’t fooled, but just as clearly he believed he was in the right.

“Are you telling me they’ll back out if you do?”

He said, “Yes. They’ll think I lost control of the situation. They both know how badly I want to fuck that perfect bubbled ass of yours. It will also reassure them, that I’m not setting them up. If we’re all fucking you at the same time, mouth, pussy, and ass, then we’re all equally hanging out in the wind together. None of us will be able to talk, without all three of us going down for it.

“Believe it or not, you’re just that hot of a slut. It isn’t like I’ve ever done this before, there’s something irresistible about you.”

Wow, was that supposed to be a compliment? It annoyed me in that moment, even as it did kind of turn me on a little. Being so hot, I was compromising all their integrity.

Maybe I should’ve just walked out and let it all fall where it may. But I didn’t, I didn’t want it to get out. I didn’t want to be known by the whole town as the village whore. I didn’t want my parents to find out. So against my better judgement I agreed, against what my magic was telling me.

It would be another first, I’d always let the magic guide me before, because it felt right, but this time I had to do what I had to do to stay safe. If anything bad happened, it would be on him, for creating this imbalance between us. Or so I told myself.

I really should’ve walked away and faced whatever came as a result.

But I was also right, it was on him. He was coercing me into giving him my ass, without giving me a damned thing in return. I couldn’t enthrall him and make him pay me eighty bucks either, that wouldn’t restore the balance, we’d both be stealing from each other in that case. My magic had prompted me in that way, when I’d considered doing it.

I even tried to mentally trick my magic, as I considered it from the angle that the gym teacher’s and guidance counselor’s price for their silence also included taking Butler’s cock up my ass. But the magic wasn’t fooled, and neither was I.

He had arranged this, to force me to give him my ass, and it was only too late to back out because the asshole had been too keen about it in front of them. It wasn’t like he couldn’t have taken another tack, it was his plan, and now we were both stuck with it to prevent Grimes and Jackson from backing out.

I was more than a little pissed as I flipped his license onto the desk. I was also highly conflicted, because the idea of being airtight by the principal, a teacher, and my guidance counselor really turned me on for some sick reason. It’d also be my first experience with group sex.

I just wished it was entirely consensual, instead of feeling true reluctance at the idea of being violated for the first time. I did have a choice of course, so it wasn’t true rape, but it was a shitty choice and one that left me feeling helpless, out of control, and furious.

It wasn’t like I wasn’t easy, all the fucker had to do was pay me for it, and I’d have been pure excitement about the whole idea. Asshole was ruining my buzz, and his selfishness had my magic roiling inside me. He justified it by belittling me, calling me a stupid slut, and making it all my fault in his head for being loud.

But he was the true architect of the fix, it was as I said, all his plan.

“What time?”

He said firmly, “Three-thirty. I know your angry, but you need to drop that. Act like the breathless whore I know you are and obey all my orders when you arrive. You need to sell it. They have to believe I have total control over you or they won’t risk it.”

I blew out a breath, “Fine, I’ll see you there.”

I got up and pasted a smile on my face as I walked out of his office.

Present…

“Clearly you should’ve walked away,” Gale said.

I nodded, “In hindsight, but I hadn’t known it would blow up my life like it did. I was also eighteen, ignorant, and frightened by the idea. My life had been pretty cozy up until then after all. My father had been strict, and I was a young woman of integrity. I consoled myself with the fact I had warned him, even if he didn’t truly understand the warning, and I hadn’t at that time either.

“Also, while I wasn’t dumb enough to think I was the only supernatural in this world, I was the only one in my town. I had no idea about councils, outsiders, undergrounds, the six races, politics, or the Nephilim’s dictatorial government always looking for signs and news of half-demons. Hell, I still didn’t even know I was a succubus, though that seemed a prime candidate in my mind. It really would’ve been better, if I became the shamed town whore and stayed hidden from this world, than what happens next because of my poor judgement. But I hadn’t known, hadn’t understood the price my magic might extract from those that would seek to use me for their pleasure, in an unbalanced way.

“If it’s any comfort, no one else paid the price Butler did over the last three years. I never allowed it to happen again, and I was strong enough not to be physically forced, at least by humans. As far as Jackson… never mind, you’re about to see what happened, and don’t need to take my word for this part.”

Dennis snorted, “Not buying it. You could have enthralled all three of them to avoid the fallout you feared and the one you weren’t aware of yet. Sometimes life has gray areas, you could have even offered to fuck those two separately, and only enthralled them if they said no. To maintain your slutty integrity,” he snorted again at his own description.

I nodded, “In hindsight it’s what I should have done, and it’s something I thought of after the fact, but fear and a failure of imagination, along with a titillating desire to pleasure three cocks at once in my body… made me fail to see that option. I was looking at it as an all or nothing thing, when as you say I should’ve been looking at it as three separate problems. I was and am very intelligent, but I wasn’t wise at that time in my life.”

He shook his head stubbornly.

I said, “You may change your mind, when you feel and see my thoughts and emotions. The context I just provided will make those emotions and thoughts make a lot more sense, and it will back up what I’ve said.”

Gale started to cast, and I quickly downed the rest of my drink before she could finish the spell. I could only assume the memory enhancing potion was still active and would last all day just like yesterday, even if we’d gotten a lunch break today.

Three years ago…

Vice Principal Butler’s house was a small ranch, maybe eleven hundred square feet. His lawn was well maintained, but he didn’t have all that many bushes or trees in his yard, and the ones there were a bit overgrown.

I was excited despite myself, though I still felt some annoyed anger at Butler getting my ass cherry for free. The notes in my magic weren’t entirely sour either. After all, there were two men in there that deserved my hot talented mouth and tight little pussy pleasuring their cocks. They were going to keep my secret too, and I’d purchase that with the pleasure of my nubile body.

My magic was more than fine with that, even encouraging of it, while at the same time roiling in discontent at the thought of Butler taking what he hadn’t earned.

Point being, excited enough that I’d left my panties and bra in the car. I was completely naked save the thin casual yet sexy sundress. My tits were proud and firm even for their size, and they swayed a little bit even as my nipples tightened against the thin silky fabric as it rubbed them, sending tingles of pleasure into my body and heating my blood, moistening my sex. It was a thrill, knowing just how slutty I must’ve looked, with my lushly ripe and nubile built for sin body practically hanging out. I was playing the part of the willing slut, but in truth it wasn’t entirely an act.

That fogging lust in my mind and swirling desire in my chest was proof of that. The idea of being manhandled and dominated by three men at once had my head spinning. The only thing keeping me grounded at all in that moment was Butler stealing the pleasures of my ass.

To make it clear for those that haven’t connected the dots yet, it wasn’t just the naughtiness of the idea, or the filthiness of being taken by three men at once who were supposed to be protecting me. It was also the idea of quadrupling my pleasure. Perhaps more. I’d feel my own pleasure, the burn and full feeling in my ass sending waves of delightful naughty pleasure through my body. I’d feel the explosion of blissful sensations of a cock sliding into my sodden cunt. I’d also feel the sweet naughty sensations of a cock sliding between my sensitive and tingling lips, and across my tongue.

All of that, plus, the pleasure of three men at once would flood my body as well. I’d feel the sensations of my hot mouth around a sensitive cock. The pleasure of my tongue, lips, suction, and throat that I gave the one taking my mouth. I’d feel my tight little ass giving another cock milking pleasure, and tight heat, and finally the rush of delightful sensations I engendered for the man taking my pussy, with squeezes, ripples, grinds, and milks.

I’d thought fucking was intense, because of doubling my pleasure. I was out of my mind with being turned on by the idea of feeling three men’s pleasure as my own, while feeling completely overwhelmed by the sensations of my own body being triple teamed. Six hands gripping, pinching and slapping my nubile flesh, three cocks plundering my body simultaneously, teasing and pleasing me to who knows how many mind-blowing orgasms.

Gods, I was so soaked by the idea I was dripping down my inner thigh, as I knocked on his door. I was also a little nervous about it of course, I was still an eighteen-year-old woman, and me being a centerpiece of a gang bang was a pretty big first. But really that just added to the deliciousness of it, the anxiety I felt merely fueled the insanely stupefying lust even further.

So yeah, little more than pretending to play the role Butler had set up for me in his avarice to take my tight little virgin ass. I was that naughty willing slut in that moment, and I was dizzy with need and desire. It would’ve been perfect, if it hadn’t been for those conflicting sour notes in my roiling magic, but I dismissed them. I was more worried about it getting out, than whatever my magic would do to VP Butler, but I honestly didn’t think it would be that bad. My semi-sentient magic had a sense of balance to it, plus I figured if shit went wrong, I could always hold it back.

Just like I kept it from feeding from Bobbi more than once a day.

The door opened, and I almost rolled my eyes at the way he looked up and down his block, as if afraid the neighbors would see me arriving. He waved me in, and he gave me a sharp spank on the ass as I walked by. It drew a breathy gasp of pain from my lips, and I blushed as a very sultry and naughty moan of pleasure followed.

Mr. Jackson and Mr. Grimes looked at my flushed face and ripe body with amazement, and the way Butler’s spank had merely excited me further. I was already breathless for them. I also took the strong surges of lust I felt from all three of them as my due. It made me feel powerful, sexy, desired, and thrilled.

I also felt their nervousness.

Butler ordered, “Strip, slut.”

I bit my lip and moved as sensually as I knew how, with my natural fae grace. Still, it wasn’t a very long strip show, as I slowly peeled the dress down my body an inch at a time, only to have it slide down my body and fall to the floor and pool around my feet leaving me stark naked before their eyes. Gods, that was such a powerful moment for me, the surges of lust as they took in my large tightened nipples, my swaying breasts, my tight little waist, and my soaking quim. My labia were glistening for them in the sunlight coming in through the living room window.

I may have been about to be dominated, but those men were mine, consumed with lust and a desire they couldn’t fight or stop. My body tempted them beyond reason, to cross lines that shouldn’t be crossed by society’s standards, and it filled my mind with heady lust and power. They might be about to ravish me, but I felt like I was in control.

Grimes said, “Holy shit.”

Jackson interjected, “You’re a hot little slut, I knew you’ve been wanting it. Hot body like that was made for fucking.”

I winked at both, “I’m all yours to play with,” in my best slutty sultry voice.

I let out a gasp, as Butler spanked my ass hard again, damn he really liked to spank me. I liked it too, and I let out a shamelessly breathless sigh. Hell, if he did it another couple of times, he might just make me come from it.

“Sir,” I said breathily and tilted my head to the side as Butler’s cock pushed against my ass and he started to kiss my neck. The sweet and soft tingles of his soft lips on my sensitive neck sent delightful tingles of pleasure through my body.

My tight little ass tingled as I felt a finger against my puckered hole, and I felt it immediately relax as I leaned back against him. My eyes widened as he stuck the lubed-up digit into my tight little hole, while the other hand reached around and twisted my nipple firmly making me gasp in shocked pleasure.

I also got another first that day, besides being triple teamed and learning the consequences of my magic. There was such an exhibitionist thrill in facing my gym teacher and guidance counselor. I looked into their eyes, as I wantonly and very obviously enjoyed being ass fingered while also having my breasts abused with a firm touch.

Butler was doing a really good job actually, it was clear he was no stranger to anal sex, and how to get a woman ready for it.

They looked at me with wonder and amazement in their eyes, as if they’d never seen such a beautiful, sensual, erotic, or wantonly sexual creature in their lives. I even bit my lip and looked down at their laps with undisguised lust in my eyes, as well as the delicious enjoyment of feeling Butler get my ass ready for his cock.

Not that he even had too, my body would’ve taken him right off without fingering, as long as he was properly lubed. But him fingering my ass and stretching me out felt so damned good I wasn’t about to tell him that. Not to mention the delicious feeling of being watched, while I felt all their emotions. Lust, desire, disbelief at what a hot slut I was, and finally a low level of uncertainty and fear about crossing the line that was quickly approaching.

Butler said, “The slut’s ass is almost ready,” as he shoved another finger up there making me gasp in pleasure, and then he whispered in my ear after kissing my neck, “Good girl, that’s the naughty slut we both know you are.”

A thrill went through me at that, being a good girl for him, but at the same time I felt a sharp surge of rage at what he was stealing from me. But that second part was too small, too tiny and insignificant in that moment, as my mind was overcome and fogged by lust, and the pleasure of him pinching my nipples, rolling them firmly, and fingerfucking my ass with two fingers.

The rage was washed away, as that fucker actually made me cum in that moment, and I let out a little gasp as the lighting bolt of pain went down my spine from the nipple twist, and exploded into pleasure, even as the waves of tingling burning pleasure from his fingertips helped push me over too. Not to mention all their deep lust, emotions, and because I had an audience. There were many different reasons a small shockwave of pleasure rocked my body, and I let out a shocked gasp of blissful ecstasy as my sphincter tightened around his fingers.

I could sense their shocked lust at watching me cum for them, it was so… deliciously naughty.

I also sensed that was the true moment of decision for both of the other older adults in the room. I mean Butler’s prompting for them to get naked and ready to take me. To betray their integrity and use an eighteen-year-old cum-slut that they were responsible for, at least for another couple of days. Their wicked desires fought with their responsibility and integrity, and I felt a thrill of power, victory, and excitement as Jackson stood up and started to strip his clothes off as he looked challengingly and hungrily right back into my eyes. His heated gray eyes told me I was about to get fucked, and that I was going to get it whether I wanted it or not. I sent a shiver down my spine, in a good way.

After all, he’d earned the right to fuck my body.

Jackson’s decision had chosen for Grimes as well, as he stood up a moment later and started to strip.

I was far too hot and wanton to resist at that point, I’d have done anything they asked me to at that point, save true pain. Jackson’s cock was as long, hard, and as fat as I’d hoped, and Grimes wasn’t that bad either. Middle of the road average, maybe an inch shorter than Butler’s, and not quite as fat, but it was banana shaped with a natural curve.

The next few minutes I was lost in sensations, as the three men pinched and slapped my body, twisted my nipples and sucked on my neck, breasts, and elsewhere on my body. I had fingers in my pussy, in my ass, and I was a hot mess as they worked me up into a haze of pleasure and blissful sensations that I’d never felt before.

I was also hardly idle, both of my hands were stroking cocks, caressing chests, and I was giving wild and wantonly desperate fuck me looks as the three older men sent me into my second orgasm since I’d walked into the door. My ass squeezing Butler’s fingers, while my pussy squeezed Jackson’s, and Grimes bit down on my nipple while Jackson got the other.

It was as the orgasmic pleasure riddled through my body and I was helplessly weak in the throes of passion that they made it happen. Jackson laid down on his back taking my quivering body with him, and I screamed in pleasure as he speared up into my tight silken passage.

A moment later that that scream was muffled, as Grimes stepped in front of me, firmly fisted my hair on either side of my head, and then drove his cock between my lips. I closed my lips snugly around him like the good little whore I was, and I sucked and licked his pole, while I let out a keen of pleasure that sent gentle vibrations down his cock and into his body. I went to town on his cock, even while I bounced lightly, squeezed, and rippled along Jackson’s fat cock.

I could feel both of their pleasure go through the roof, as my own pleasure thanks to the magic creating sympathetic connections. I could also feel the natural pleasure of their cocks stimulating my body. I just followed my instincts, and I went with what felt good. Because as a succubus whatever felt good for me, felt good for them.

Grimes grunted, “Fuck, she’s an amazing cock-sucker.”

Jackson grunted too, “I haven’t felt a pussy this good and tight in decade, and fuck if she doesn’t use it better than anyone I’ve ever felt. I can’t believe this little slut has been teasing us with her hot ripe body and model looks for four years.”

Then I felt another surge of powerful lust from Butler, as I felt his lubed-up cockhead against my puckered star. I breathed out and relaxed, then gasped as he pushed it in. The burn was delicious, and familiar, but there was nothing like a real cock in my ass. Especially because I could feel the hot and tight pleasurable friction it was giving him.

I came like the fourth of July, as four times the pleasure from the men’s pleasure, plus the overwhelming pleasure of just my own body, tossed me over the edge hard. I came so hard for them, I lost all control of myself, about all I could do was keep sucking and slathering my tongue, as Grimes took over and started to slide his cock forcefully between my lips and into my throat. My pussy and ass seemed to know what to do on their own, my succubus magic turned those holes into pleasure and milking machines while I was cumming myself.

I was lost in it, and the next orgasm hit me even before I’d fully come down. They had my body rocking back and forth, taking two thrusting cocks down below and one above. It was the most amazing experience of my life, and I already couldn’t wait to do it again. I just needed to be paid for it, with money, affection, or trade in tasks, such as not flapping their gums about what I was up to the last six weeks of school.

Four times the pleasure was insane, and I came helplessly again and again, even while working their cocks the best I could. I lost count at twelve, and we’d only been at it for maybe six minutes, each one of my orgasms lasted for close to thirty seconds. It was almost too much, a normal woman would’ve passed out, but my made for sex body and magic seemed up to the task of taking in all that pleasure.

Grimes was really plowing my face now, he’d been slowly ramping up the length and strength of his stroking cock through my lips, watching me carefully for distress and what the limits were. There were no limits for me, and I really enjoyed the harsh throat fucking as I sucked while swirling and slathering my tongue to make it better for him.

In fact, with the feedback and sympathetic connection, the more pleasure he felt the better and more powerful my orgasms became. I’d never felt more pleasure in my life.

They were all talking to dirty to me. Calling me their talented little whore, their cum dump, and all sorts of other nasty degrading shit. It really didn’t do anything for me, at least not directly, but nor did it truly bother me. Indirectly of course, it thrilled them to say it, and I felt that thrill which made it good for me too, enhancing our sex with their nasty dialogue.

Then of course, it all went really wrong.

Grimes grunted deeply, and my current orgasm went up about ten notches as he started to empty himself down my throat, my nose stuck in his abdomen as I rhythmically swallowed to make it better for him.

My orgasm was kicked up again, as Jackson grunted, “Fuck, too fucking good you dirty slut,” and he started to pump his cream deep into my heated and tautly stretched out passage, and I keened powerful around Grimes still cumming cock as Jackson slapped both of my nipples simultaneously. Hell if I didn’t like it, but it was crazily intense.

Beyond even that, my magic feeding on both of them increased the potent pleasure of all three of our orgasms.

Then of course, Butler roared, “I’m going to fill your slutty ass,” and I felt the pleasure hit him like a landslide.

That’s when my magic struck like an avenging snake, and Butler screamed while I keened at the far more potent rush of pleasure that flowed into my body. It was like I was absorbing ten times the power than normal, and it was hurting Butler badly.

It increased my pleasure like normal, times ten, but for him my magic was clearly denying him the pleasure he should be feeling in emptying himself in my tight little ass. It had him writhing and screaming in overwhelming pain.

Even in that moment when it was impossible to think through the pleasure, that was the impression I had. My magic was extracting a price of pain, and of his life, for taking what wasn’t his and what he hadn’t earned, the pleasures of my body.

I tried to pull the magic back, but unlike with Bobbi when the magic had been easily and eagerly responsive to my wishes, in this case the magic would not yield. Perhaps it would’ve yielded to my not inconsiderable disciplined focus. I’d grown up with fae magic, and I knew how to control it, my powers if not spells or potions which required knowledge I lacked in the moment.

But I was incapable of such focus, in the throes of ecstatic pleasure times four. With Bobbi, her affection and mine allowed me to easily coax my magic from feeding a second time in a day, but apparently my semi-sentient magic was far more stubborn when it came to dishing out negative balance. Of extracting a price from those who would dare take pleasure from me without earning it in some way or fashion.

I was horrified by his screams, but I was also lost in pleasure at the same time. More than that, my ass was so tight around him at the moment even as he was desperately trying to flinch away my ass refused to let him go. As if my magic had taken over that body part as well. There was also a part of me that felt… glad the fucking prick was suffering.

Grimes had finished, and he recoiled in shocked horror at Butler’s horrific screams of pain.

I looked down in time to see reason return to Jackson’s eyes, as he too finished emptying himself into my nubile body.

Jackson screamed, “What the fuck! What the fuck are you doing to him!”

I gasped, “Can’t, don’t know,” the throes of bliss wouldn’t release me, though at that point it was only times two.

Jackson looked over my shoulder and his eyes widened, “You’re killing him, what the fuck are you!”

“Not, killing,” I panted out as my body continued to be wracked by pleasure.

I wasn’t sure what he saw in Butler’s face, but I could see in Jackson’s eyes that he didn’t believe my breathy denial.

That’s when it went really wrong, because Jackson swung for my face. I managed to turn my head to just take a glancing blow, fae were faster than humans, but I was kind of stuck in place at the moment and weak during the never-ending orgasm.

My head exploded with pain, and I saw stars. Then I gasped, and my eyes widened, as Jackson’s hands closed around my throat painfully. I got he was trying to save his buddy, from god knew what the hell I was from his point of view, but it wasn’t helping.

My sight grew a bit dim, as another wave of pleasure rocked through my body.

“Stop,” I gasped.

He screamed, “You stop, what the fuck are you!”

He held my throat tightly in one hand, and he brought his fist back for another punch.

I don’t know what his intentions were, to knock me out, or outright beat me to death. I felt his stark fear, and his sharp horror at Butler’s torturous screams, and a very violent determination to save his friend.

I panicked, even in my endless pleasure of the moment, and my magic responded to that wild panic.

First, Butler went flying back as my ass finally released him, and then my whole body was wreathed in fire, hellfire, for the very first time. Just in time to take Jackson’s punch. I didn’t even feel it, because his hand was incinerated as it hit my face, and he screamed as the eerie green fire started to consume his arm.

I jumped up and back in horror, only to see I’d set his middle on fire too, his glorious fat cock was already gone, as was half his pelvis as the fire eagerly licked up and down his body. I turned, Butler was out cold, passed out from the pain.

Butler also had a few new lines around his eyes, and his hair was less salt and pepper, than simply salt now. Gray hair. My instincts told me he’d paid for his transgression against me with two years of his life, and more than that he didn’t even get to feel the pleasure, only pain as he emptied into my ass. That seemed a little steep, apparently my magic thought my ass had been worth a lot, because for the first time since this afternoon I felt like there was balance between us.

I swallowed, holy shit. What the fuck was I?

Then I turned back and looked at the fire, Jackson was almost completely consumed, and I had no connection to the fire, though I could feel it. It wanted to consume life, that’s all it wanted to do.

I looked up into Mr. Grimes face, and he was looking at me with horror and hyperventilating, while trying desperately to put his clothes on.

I sent my magic out, “Stop, and relax,” my own voice quite shaky. The enthrallment still worked, he froze in place, and then took a deep steadying breath and seemed to calm.

I nodded, “You will never speak of this, or of anything about me at all unless it’s related to academic accomplishment, do you understand.”

He nodded, “I do, what the fuck are you?”

I shrugged, “I don’t know. A lot of fun when the rules are followed, but obviously I’m no one to try to kill, or steal pleasure from, apparently. Go… now.”

At his wince I held up my hand, countermanding the last order, and raised an eyebrow in question.

He said, “My car is at the school, Butler brought us here. He didn’t want a lot of cars out front, since he has nosy neighbors.”

I blew out a breath, okay that was actually good news, sort of. If anything could be considered good about this.

“Alright, sit down and relax.”

I looked back down, and I gasped as my body flushed with guilt. There was no sign of his body, and the green flames were moving toward Butler who was passed out on the floor not three feet away. I took a deep breath, and tried to control it with my magic, make it go out. Nothing.

I frowned and I brought that magic back up, I could feel it in me, feel it want to burn everything. It wanted to destroy and consume life. I carefully lit a fingertip on fire, and it tickled my finger, but the flame was perfectly controllable.

Sure, it made me feel invincible, and it also made me feel a bit bloodthirsty, but I could control it with focus, and if it was touching me.

I bent down, and ran my finger through the crawling flames, and the magic on my fingertip kind of collected it up, and it wreathed my hand in green fire. Then I could put it out. Obviously, another power to master, and I wondered if there were any more that I didn’t know about.

It was also a power I couldn’t allow to get away from my body, or my control. At the time though, I didn’t imagine it would come up often. Clearly, it was a defensive power to kill, and outside of that day I’d never had anyone try to kill me before. Up until that point in my life, anyway.

There weren’t any other powers as far as I knew even then, the three-year older version of me watching this play out again in my mind. No more powers that only required mental strength to wield, just spells, enchantments, and potions. Which was quite a lot actually, but it was a point.

I also felt my older self’s horror at what had happened. My body was still trembling from the non-stop overwhelming pleasure for over ten minutes before it’d all gone to shit. While I felt bad about Jackson, the son of bitch had been about to kill me, so I wasn’t too upset about that.

Though I knew it was ultimately my fault, if I had walked away then it never would’ve happened. Butler wouldn’t have taken what didn’t belong to him, so he wouldn’t have been punished for it, which had led to Jackson’s panicked anger and attempt to kill me.

I was also more than a little bit in shock.

Butler stirred, and he looked murderously angry.

I sent out my magic, “Calm down, and shut the fuck up.”

He looked like he’d been clubbed.

I said, “You will never speak of what happened here today. You will never even talk about me, outside of any need to do so in relation to my grades or schooling. You will wait a half an hour, then take Grimes back to his car. You two will have to cook up your own story about Jackson’s disappearance, I’m sure it’ll be noticed quickly he’s not around tomorrow, and his car is in the parking lot. I’d suggest you say you don’t know. Because none of this ever happened, am I clear?”

Butler said calmly, “Very. What the hell are you.”

I chuckled, “No idea. I do know you’d have had a lot more fun if you’d taken my advice, and just paid me for my ass. I honestly had no clue that would happen, it’s the first time I’ve been coerced, but I can say I’ll make sure it never happens again.”

Even then, I was enjoying their lust and fear, to my own sense of guilt. I’d killed a man, in self-defense maybe, but it’d been avoidable, and I knew it. There was enough blame to go around, but some of it was mine.

Lastly, I realized why that was so important, that balance. I was a total pleasure slut. Without my magic demanding balance in my sexual dealings, humans could easily coerce me into being a fuck toy to control and even sell. I remembered the thrill I’d felt, at all their pleasure and their domination. Without the added need for balance, I would be utterly swept away by that feeling.

In short, the balance helped me maintain control of myself, and over all my sexual dealings. I understood it, and it would never happen again.

I went into his bathroom to wash up a bit, I had cum leaking from my ass and pussy. Then I pulled on my dress and got out of there.

The vision skipped. It took the rest of the afternoon to cover the last few blowjobs on the last day of school. I was also with Bobbi that afternoon, that whole afternoon, which ate up the rest of the potion time that day. She was almost as insatiable as I was, my body drove her crazy, and her sweet affection and the way she adored and worshipped me in bed seemed even more precious to me.

Being a dirty cum-slut with four times the pleasure had been awesome, the most pleasure I’d ever felt, but I’m not sure it could be called better than what I shared with my first lover. Intimacy, emotional connections, those were important even for a succubus, because I was still a woman. Pure physical pleasure with no real connection could never truly compare to the enhancement of being someone’s lover. Sex was about more than just pleasure. But it was that too.

I was also freaked out, felt guilty, and was determined to never see that happen again, to anyone. The idea of my magic extracting a price for balance, was almost as horrifying to me as the idea of abusing that magic and forcing it to steal a whole life for my power. It was shocking, and it was a hard lesson learned in my life. Harder for my principal, who’d lost two years of his life over it.

Obviously, it hadn’t put me off sex, but sex was a large part of who I was. There was no giving that up, no more than I could give up eating, drinking, or breathing. It was who I was, I just had to make sure I followed the magic’s urgings, so that it never came to that again. I also talk comfort in it, dove into it, but with a new sense of caution.

 

Chapter Eight — Nightmares Take Two

Dennis said, “Unbelievable, you just went back to life as normal, thinking you’d get away with it?”

I shrugged, “You know I felt guilty, but yes. As far as the humans go, the coverup was a complete success. I just hadn’t known about our world yet. Or that they’d smell something rotten when the paper ran a local story about Butler retiring. They even mentioned he looked older, and he had finished graying overnight, as well as having a haunted look in his eyes. Along with the mystery and scandal of a disappearing coach in a small town… well that was enough to draw you lot out to see if a nascent half-demon or some other rogue was involved.

“I’m not positive, but I suspect one of your investigators must’ve went to talk to Butler. Broke the enthrallment and got him to talk, either spell or compulsion.”

I had the feeling the old nightmare would be back that night. The one that had plagued me for two years before fading. I had thought I was in the clear, little did I know the worst was yet to come. It was because of vividly remembering the memories of course, dredging all that up leading right up to what happened in the middle of the night that night, meant that I was very much dwelling on it. Dwelling on what had happened next. I’d be surprised if I didn’t have a nightmare about it.

At least I’d be spared reliving it in detail in the waking world, there’d been no sex or enthrallment that night, after all.

It also filled me with rage, and it made me want to burn this place to the ground, but I took a deep breath. Revenge was an empty pursuit, especially in a world filled with so much violence, and it was their mind-rape that had me so on edge and the old memories tearing at my brain. I’d mastered that deep hatred of the councils long ago, for what they did to me.

I ate my evening meal silently, and for once they kept their mouths shut as I tried to calm myself. My mind was in turmoil as they took me back to my cell.

I blew out a breath, and I smiled grimly as the suppression spell on the cuffs finally snapped, and I took in a deep breath. It’d taken me almost three full days to do it, with nothing available to me but the tiny trickle of magic I’d had access to. I could hardly believe it’d worked. That was just phase one though, I had to get a lot of other stuff done too, and not get caught doing it in a building full of witches that could feel magic as long as they had active spells going.

Good thing I was half fae, and fae magic specialized in stealth and trickery.

Maybe my escape plan wasn’t so crazy after all.

Once I had enough magic to start, I enchanted the cuffs with a glamour that both hid the fact I had any magic at all to work with, and that would feel to the witch like their enchantment was still active. It was a start, but all it did was cover my tracks for step one.

Even at full power I couldn’t fight my way out of the council headquarters building, there’d be too many, and I’d be overwhelmed. Even if I managed to take down most of them, the Nephilim in the building would kick my ass.

I tossed and turned a bit more, planning in my mind, until I finally fell asleep.

Three years ago…

I felt another supernatural for the first time the second night after the last day of school. Woke up from a dead sleep. It was odd, as I felt them move toward the house. Me me, knew that I was feeling six shifters, two vampires, two witches, and a Nephilim, but the younger me this had happened to didn’t have a clue at that point what they were.

The former felt wild and untamed, the second cold like the night itself, the third kind felt like nature and the elements, and the last felt like burning hot fire to my senses. It was a subtle thing too, and hard to fully quantify, but I knew there were eleven supernaturals closing in around my house, and I also knew they weren’t here to ask me to join their club.

It was shocking, and I was frozen for critical moments not sure what to do about it, as my heart started to pound in my chest and adrenaline flooded my body. They felt dangerous.

Before I could break out of that indecision, I heard and felt them breach the house through the front and back door.

That freed me from my hesitation, and I pulled on the yoga pants and t-shirt next to my bed as fast as I could, which was pretty fast for a fae. Unfortunately, not from what happened next, as I heard my father pump his shotgun.

“Freeze!” he yelled from the top the stairs as he ran down the stairs, while I pulled on my shoes and grabbed my backpack as I headed toward the door.

The backpack held a small purse, and over three thousand dollars from my six weeks of whoring. I wasn’t sure what was going to happen, but just in case I had to run I’d need that money.

My heart skipped at the loud growls in response, then my father’s startled yell and the explosion of his shotgun. As I opened my door, that yell turned into a horrific scream that cut off in gurgles, and I froze again as my eyes widened and my heart skipped a beat then took off like a hummingbird in my chest.

My father was dead, and I’d never been in a fight before, save Mr. Jackson. I had no idea what I was facing, my father had just died, and I was partially frozen with shock and fear as I stepped out into the hallway.

“Mom, get in your room now and lock the door!” I yelled as I saw her peeking down the hallway with wide frightened eyes. No one was more surprised than me when she actually did it. Until I realized I’d just used my enthrallment on her.

I turned to see my brother with his shotgun and a look of rage on his face at dad’s death, and I repeated my order as the enemy flowed up the stairs. It was reflex, only in hindsight did I realize I’d given the orders in the hopes they’d not kill my human family after they’d killed me. My instinct had been to protect them, and I knew they stood no chance against what had come for me.

The cold ones came first, so much faster than all the others. They were light on their feet, dressed in business casual clothes, and looked quite young. They did have fangs, and long clawed nails on their fingers, but my real worry at the moment was the scintillating light reflecting from their swords.

Swords. What the hell?

Much like Mr. Jackson my power of Hellfire reacted instinctively. I’d been experimenting the last couple of days, and it was an impossibly hard power to master. It took unshakeable focus, because the fire would follow my wishes, even a random thought. If my focus on keeping it contained as a shield faltered in the slightest, the fire would explode off of me, and once disconnected it had a mind of its own.

More than that, it shared it’s hunger and bloodthirst for consuming life, so it’s very nature made it easy for random thoughts to make it explode away from me, and increased the difficulty of focusing without distracting thoughts.

But it was all I had, and the hallway exploded with green light as fire licked over my whole body at the last second because they zipped down the upstairs hallway faster than I could track. All I could see is a blur of movement, not make out details.

I saw the look of shock in the vampire’s face, as his sword slammed into my neck and stopped cold, the flames of hell would protect me from physical and magical harm, as long as I fed them and had the magic to support them. I’d figured out that much in the last two days.

Vampires were the fastest supernatural race, but fae were second best that way. More than that, vampires were extreme fire hazards. They were far more vulnerable to fire than anything else save the sun. Not that I’d known that at the time, but it had worked out for me. My hand shot out like a snake and gripped his neck, and the fire sheathing my hand made the vampire go up like a roman candle.

I focused all my concentration on it even in my shock, in pure survival mode, and pulled all that fire and magic back into me and the bastard fell dead and crisped. The second vampire was gone, back downstairs and right next to the guy that felt like fire and the two that felt like nature. The two wild ones were still downstairs as well, one of those had killed dad. Outside, were the other four wild ones that hadn’t breached, it looked like they were guarding the house. They were watching all four sides for an exfiltration effort.

I heard him say, “Definitely a demoness, and half fae. Raymond is dead.”

I tilted my head, and then reached down and picked up the sword. I shook my head in fascination, as my fire licked down the sword and covered it in a nimbus of green flames.

The fire one said, “Burn her out.”

My heart seized. Besides being immune to fire making the order dumb, my mother and brother were stuck in their rooms. Although, the house wasn’t immune to fire. If they set the house on fire we’d all die, and running downstairs was suicide. The one that felt like a small sun to my senses was easily as powerful as I was, and he probably knew what he was doing in a fight.

It was only my greater power as a demon that allowed me to take the vampire so easily. It also told me what I was, half demon, I was a succubus after all. And a fae, the ears.

“Don’t bother, I’m out of here!” I yelled, even as the witches started to cast a spell. I didn’t hesitate that time, and ran back in my room, leapt into a ball, and slammed through my bedroom window. I didn’t feel a thing with the flames around me taking the impact, nor did I feel myself hit the ground except my brain did rattle a bit from the quick stop as I rolled and hopped up from my feet.

I yelled, “Protect and follow me!” at the pony sized wolf lunging for me.

He locked his legs and slid to a halt right in front of me, its amber eyes burning in hate and anger.

I smirked. I hadn’t known it at the time, but the witches had fucked up not shielding them from my ability to do that. Perhaps they hadn’t known at the time I was a succubus, because normal warrior demons couldn’t do what I just did. But I hadn’t known any of that at the time.

The other three wolves raced around the house and I turned, sending my power to all three of them. Unlike compulsion enthrallment didn’t require eye contact, I just had to be touching them with that magic.

“Stay here and delay them! Kill them if you can.”

The three wolves changed trajectory and ran for the house and the other supernaturals inside.

Then I turned and ran my ass off, a huge wolf running behind me as I faded into the woods outside of town. I was very familiar with my fae power of glamour and I let the fire recede as I covered up my trail by blocking my scent as well as the shifter wolf’s. I ran a long way before I looked back, and horror and shock filled me at what I saw.

They’d done it anyway, burned my house. Why? I could see the glow of fire filling up the night from the direction of my house. It made no sense to me, and filled me with a rage, I wanted to hunt them down, but that would be stupid.

Still, I’d killed them. I’d killed them too, I mean. My heart twisted in horror at the idea, and what my brother and mother must be feeling, as they were choking on smoke and the heat of the fire was closing in around them, and they would be unable to leave their rooms. I’d done it to protect them, and they’d have probably died anyway trying to protect me, but I killed them.

Results matter, not intentions.

My whole family died that night.

I kept running, tears running down my cheeks and sobs escaping my strangled throat…

Present…

I gasped as I woke up in a cell, covered in sweat. I was so tempted then, so filled with rage, and power. I’d slept long enough to recoup my magic, and I imagined I could burn this place down and kill most of them before the couple of Nephilim there could kill me. Nephilim were rare after all, there was no more than two or three in most major cities, and one of those was running the council. Many smaller cities didn’t have them at all, and they would have to call in Nephilim to handle the half demons if they were revealed.

Point being, it was hard to master myself, as the fear, grief, and sorrow of that night came back. Three years or not, it felt like it’d just happened, and I suppressed the sobs that wanted to escape my throat as I glared at the camera. Even if I could kill a bunch of them and escape, there was no way mine would live through it. If I really wanted to escape this place with my three lovers, then I needed to use subtlety, and take small steps.

For their sakes, I mastered my rage. Fucking councils.

I got started on it then. Glamour wasn’t my only fae power after all, and I had very much learned how to enchant since being that terrified little girl. Every fae could enchant and glamour, there were other powers as well the fae had, but as a half fae I wasn’t nearly strong enough to have the rarer gifts.

I had to be careful, use secondary magic to disguise and hide what I was doing. I wouldn’t be ready to move until I’d made this cell level of Reno’s supernatural council building mine, and when I had warped all the protections in it to work for me it would be time to go. Not to mention, enchanting all the cameras so the guards in the security room on another level would see what they expected to see, when it was time to leave.

If it worked, we’d just walk out in the middle of the night, invisible under my glamour, no one the wiser.

It would take time. Worse, I could use a glamour enchantment to make it feel right to a witch’s magical senses, if they had detect magic casted, if not then they couldn’t feel other magic. Only Nephilim and half demons could feel magic naturally and identify races from the feel of them. Point being though, if they specifically cast a spell on any of the enchantments to analyze their magic in detail the game would be up. If such a spell was cast on my cuffs then they’d know their enchantment had been broken and replaced, and that I was full of power.

But if they just felt them in a general sense, they wouldn’t be able to tell they’d been subverted.

So yeah, still a little desperate of a plan. I also needed to keep my faint new hope and confidence at holding my full power in check, or Dennis would notice the difference and try to figure out why.

My memories of that night lingered, fueling my focus and anger as I carefully did what I could. I’d break and subvert the cuffs keeping my witch and two shifter lovers drained last. I didn’t want to give them false hope.

Breakfast the next morning was a little healthier, and there was even orange juice. I kept my sarcastic comments from escaping my tongue, and those comments truly were very out of character for me. I just hated the councils that much. In the main, even three years after high school, I was still the same person at the core. Perverted comments and teasing innuendos almost constantly occurred to me in normal conversation, and it was my nature. I had integrity, balance in my relationships, and I was a good person. Or so I believed.

“Something wrong?”

Gale sighed, “My modification to the investigation was denied.”

I tried to suppress the surge of relief, though that would be natural enough even if I had no hope of escape, because it would mean I’d live longer either way.

“Was there a reason given, or is it just because they’re dictatorial assholes that hate having their orders doubted or questioned?”

Gale barked a laugh, and then looked horrified as she covered her mouth and her eyes flickered to the camera.

I winked saucily, then I was forced to suppress my magic’s response ruthlessly, as Dennis cuffed me hard on the side of the head. My magic wanted to incinerate the fucker, and it roiled powerfully behind the fae glamour that told anyone feeling magic I was still drained.

Dennis growled, “Enjoy it while it lasts, because for every day your death is delayed, I’m going to add minutes of excruciating pain to your execution.”

“Charming. Any chance of getting a last meal like the humans do? Blond, redhead, brunette, doesn’t matter to me.”

I think I was a little on edge because I hadn’t had any sex for three days. The last thing I wanted to do was Jill myself off for their entertainment. I was still a nympho, and my Jilling had been part of my controls on my libido and needs. Less than it used to be, but still important. Regardless, I seriously regretted that last statement, it was far too telling. I’d been going for flip wiseass, but it didn’t make Dennis angry at all, it made him smug as he looked at me in knowing amusement.

No doubt he could scent the longing that I’d truly felt while saying that despite myself.

Gale shook her head, “Enough. Let’s get started.”

As usual, she gave me the potion, then cast her spell.

 

Chapter Nine — Supernatural World — Pre-Emergence

Three years ago…

For the first hour or more in my memories, I was fucking and sucking truckers. For a few reasons, I figured it would be better to stay off the grid. The councils had an in with law enforcement through spells and compulsion, and they could no doubt track credit cards. They could also question people with compulsion, and it wasn’t being arrogant to say I stood out, in a huge way.

I was the girl that every man eye-fucked and every woman felt attraction or jealousy of when I walked into a room.

Regardless, people would remember me, and taking public transportation seemed foolish, almost as foolish as going back for my car. Surely the human authorities would be looking for me as well at some point, when they didn’t find my corpse in the burned down house along with the rest of my family.

Secondly, I only had a few grand, and I wasn’t sure how long that would last. So it seemed wise to trade my body’s pleasures to not only save my money but add to it. Plus, succubus, it was what I did, and I did it well.

It wasn’t hard, there were several trucker gas stations at the interstate, which is where I eventually ended up that night. I blew them up front, for food and to travel with them. In almost every case my seductive nature and the easy way I could relate and talk to people with receptive empathy meant they were also fucking me for a cash transaction at the end of the ride when they couldn’t take me further. I was naturally seductive on all levels, even in my grief, not just my model gorgeous face and body built for sin.

I had integrity, so I gave them the best fucks they’d ever had, and it was delicious. I even enjoyed the looks of wistful awe, when I left them drained and happy. It was also when I decided I liked fucking older men better. They were always awed, grateful, and not clingy, plus they also had a clue how to truly pleasure a woman.

So, when I arrived in Reno I had over four thousand dollars in my backpack, and I’d felt ten cocks pulsing and quivering deep inside my body as they emptied into me. It was… wild, and kind of awesome actually. A little harder on the cleanup than a condom, but each time I had to switch directions and trucks I was at a trucker place, so it was easy enough to use the shower and freshen up for the next customer.

Totally worth the trouble, taking a man’s load deep inside me was delicious. I also knew it was safe at that time in my life. I’d learned a lot from my enthralled shifter guardian, before I’d killed the bastard.

The long line of extremely well-fucked and satisfied truckers ended, and the memory shifted, as I knocked on the door of a rundown warehouse just outside of town. It looked like crap on the outside, and like it should be condemned. I even felt second thoughts about being there, but I took a deep breath. I had to find a place in this world now, my home and family was dead, and I couldn’t just live on the streets.

I was in a thin white cotton flower print sundress, and my brown sandals. I often dressed that way, with a touch of innocence. Men loved innocent sluts after all. The combination of breathy and needy reluctance as the sweet beautiful young woman with the blush of youth still on her cheeks. The soft angelic beauty of my face mixed with my made for sex body sent contradicting and powerful instinctual responses through a male body. They didn’t know whether to protect me, or to ravish and defile me. Which led to both, drove them crazy, and was why I dressed that way, sexy and innocent but not trashy.

I was a professional whorish slut, after all. Not a pretender in skimpy clothes letting it all hang out. Sure, slutty worked too, but I liked to think the way I dressed drew a better class of men, and in my three years I’ve never seen anything to disprove that.

The door opened and I smiled, suppressing the slight panic in me and my magic’s response. Because it was a shifter. A yummy, tall, wide, and muscled shifter, but he was looking at me suspiciously. I felt lust of course, but also caution.

He was six foot four, about twenty-six years old, with short dark brown hair and dark amber eyes. His face was ruggedly handsome, and though he looked aloof I knew he already wanted to ravish me. He was also far too disciplined to do so.

I also wouldn’t be fucking him anytime soon, if he was going to be a part of my new family of sorts, supernaturals banding together for protection, I couldn’t exactly charge him for sex. Ironically, for him to enjoy my body he’d need to grow true affection for me first, much like Bobbi, otherwise sex was off the table.

“Who and what are you?”

He knew already of course. I’d set up this meeting with a small group of outsider supernaturals on the internet. But he couldn’t smell lies on the internet. He also knew what I really was, it had taken a long time to find a group willing to even speak to me. Demons were feared and reviled in the supernatural world, and I wondered what kind of people they were that they’d even talk to me. Of course, I knew I wasn’t evil, but no one else seemed to.

“Alexis Black, but I go by Lexi. I’m half fae, and half succubus,” I said that last a little breathily in a playfully slutty and sultry voice.

He barked a laugh, “What are your intentions here?”

“Not a simple question. I have no intention of harm, and will only defend myself if attacked,” I waited for him to nod, then said, “I must learn to control my succubus magic better, specifically my hellfire. I also want to learn fae magic, outside of what comes naturally. Enchantment, spells, and potions if I have the knack. Lastly, I need a place, I don’t want to stand alone.”

He asked, “Can you hide your demon side?”

He seemed calm about it, which was confusing.

I nodded, and did it, so all he could scent was fae and human, I also hid my horns behind the easy and old glamour.

He grunted, “Excellent, I can’t sense a thing.”

“You’re Rocco?”

He grunted, “Yes.”

I asked, “You seem… okay with what I am? How do I know you and Nathaniel won’t betray me? Even with my ability to hide myself, you’re risking a lot giving me a chance.”

He nodded, “Nathaniel can explain that in more detail, but he’s… very unique, and we’re already dead if the council finds out what we’re really up to. And having a demoness to watch our backs is no small thing, if we ever need to go on the run. Obviously, trust will be slow to come, it must be earned on both sides.”

I said, “I understand, but not really, not yet. Aren’t all demons totally evil?”

He chuckled, “You’re adorable, Lexi. Yes, that is what we’re all told, to the point it’s driven deep into the supernatural world’s collective psyche. As I said, Nathaniel is unique. Why don’t you come in and meet him?”

“So I passed the smell test?”

He smirked, “Yes, you could say that. The true interview is to come.”

He led me into the warehouse, which was shocking neat, new, and furnished inside. It was like a house within the warehouse, with drop ceilings and lights in the hallway. He pointed out three doors during our walk. Not exactly like a house, it was a long hallway with doors on each side, but there were plants, pictures on the walls, that made it look homey. Including a rug.

“Under no circumstances enter any of those rooms without an invite. They’re our personal bedrooms and spaces, and Nathaniel’s workspace for his witchcraft.”

“Understood.”

He said, “If you’re staying, you can take a look around at the rest of the place, and I’ll show you where you’ll be staying,” he waved toward another door, “Go on in, that’s Nathaniel’s office.”

I knocked lightly, and then opened the door and moved inside. It was an office, with the typical desk and leather office chair, with two chairs in front of it. There was also a bookshelf. I could feel his magic, and he had his protections up, and I didn’t entirely blame him.

Nathaniel was in his early thirties by appearance. I knew now that put him around fifty or so. he was six foot three, with red hair and green eyes. He was wiry, thin, with a boyishly handsome face, and dressed casually in jeans and a pullover shirt. He was studying me with undisguised lust and avarice in his eyes as he waved at the chair across from his desk.

“Sit, Lexi. And welcome.”

I smiled a bit nervously and sensually, “Am I, welcome?”

He chuckled, “Yes, if you got by Rocco, I’m fairly sure we can come to an agreement. First, let’s discuss what I haven’t told you yet over our dark-web correspondence. I’m an earth witch and alchemist. The councils allow us outsiders some rights. You could almost say we have more freedom than the upper class, though not the money, prestige, and power in our supernatural world.

“I sell potions that aren’t council approved, a black market of sorts. Nothing left-hand path. They only allow us to sell cheap and easily made potions. The expensive potions of true power are restricted to the upper class.

“This isn’t to protect anyone, they do it simply because there is a very limited customer base. The middle class and us outsiders must give them all our money, you see, if we have need of them. Needless to say, that creates opportunity for those willing to risk it. I sell potions I’m not allowed to make or sell to the outsiders and middle class of our kinds for about half the price of the council. It can be a nervous thing, but we’re extremely careful about it and with Rocco’s nose we can usually spot a traitor or plant before committing ourselves.”

I nodded, “I see. The shifter I questioned did indicate they ruled with an iron fist, and suppression wasn’t unheard of. To keep the secret.”

He said, “Exactly. Did he explain about shifter violence?”

I replied, “They need an outlet, those in the packs fight and challenge each other, but outsiders have to find alternate outlets. Violence, or sex, can settle a shifter.”

He nodded, “That’s the underground fight club. The council knows about it, and they will bust us if it gets out of hand, but they don’t try too hard to find us unless they suspect black market activities and other illegalities going on at the same time. Regardless, I am a licensed potion seller through the local council, and that’s where we sell our potions.

“The middle class and especially outsider groups and wanderers show up for the sake of the shifters in the group, and to buy the simple potions. It’s also where we sell the illegal ones, but we mask it as a legal transaction and potion, if that makes sense. Those are our risks, and though you might be wise to walk out the door and not take the risk, I’m afraid you’ll have little luck finding another to accept you into their group.”

I blew out a breath, “I don’t want to be a wanderer in your world and always hiding. One of my goals I haven’t shared is setting up as a call girl, and making money that way, in the human world. To do that I need to stay in the same city, which I already know wouldn’t work without being established in a group.”

He smiled, “Very well then, the risk to us is obvious. But then so is the gain. I suspect being betrayed for our black-market potions is far more likely than you being caught out. I’m pointing several detection spells at you right now, and all I can feel is a half fae and half human woman.”

I winked.

He said, “Anyway, we would expect you to fight with us, if we ever have need to escape and flee. Or, fight with us if one of the other outsider groups decides to kill us. The trick to that is you need to conceal your demon nature even in a fight. An earth witch on the council, or me for that matter, can read the history of something from the ground itself. If we kill an aggressively attacking outsider group, we’ll get a pass, but not if the witch reviews what happened and sees you throwing around hellfire.”

“I get that. I can disguise it with fae magic, though it will take practice. I also won’t practice here, so if a witch ever reads this warehouse they won’t find out.”

He said, “Good, now on to what I can do for you and you for me. Witches and fae are very secretive about their magic. Especially on the higher levels of spell craft and enchantment. For you, a fae mound creation for instance.”

I asked, “Fae mound?”

He nodded, “The mound is in a separate dimensional space. Normally every fae in a mound feeds it’s magic, is connected to it, so you won’t be able to create a large mound on your own. But you could create a small dimensional pocket attached to an object to store things in, and to recall them at will. Clothes, weapons, books, whatever you wanted really. That’s just the start.

“Point being, the black market isn’t just potions. I have a library of spell books, fae, witch, old lore and magics. The outsiders and bottom of the supernatural world trade lore for lots of money, and I’ve accumulated quite a lot of it over the last thirty years. Every time a tomb of knowledge passed through my hands I’ve made a copy of it.

“So in short, that’s what I can do for you, if you agree to stay. Some of those books go for thousands of dollars, and they’re quite valuable. They’ll answer all your questions, allow you to explore your fae magic to the limits of your ability, and master your demon magic as well. So I also wondered if you’d be willing to make a trade for access to that knowledge.”

I smirked at his surge of lust, “A deal?” I asked coquettishly. Even as I felt a thrill at the idea of having access to all of that black-market knowledge to develop my magic.

He shook his head, “You’re a dangerous woman, Lexi,” and I batted my eyes at him which made him laugh before he continued. “Yes, I… understand the limitations of your kind and your magic. You staying here, joining our group, for mutual protection and help will be separate from my magical library. I can even help you get set up as a call-girl, as you help maintain our home, our time at the fight club, and we protect each other.”

I shook my head, “Get to the point?”

He blushed, and bit his lip, “Well, I understand sex couldn’t be a part of that base deal, of you joining our group, and I have to say I’m more than turned on by the idea of being with a succubus. I was thinking I’d give you an hour in my library for the low price of you sucking me off?”

My magic actually thought that was a good deal, if I’d understood it correctly. The library that held the keys to my power and growth would be separate, so he could blow loads down my throat, but otherwise we’d have each other’s backs and support each other’s activities as a matter of course.

I giggled, “I see. He did say you were… unique. Why aren’t you afraid of me, or thinking I’m evil?”

He nodded, “Some of the books I have… the council would burn them. The whole thing is a lie, though power can corrupt any of us, of any race, half-demons are no more born evil than Nephilim inherit the goodness of their angelic parent. We’re all mortal, and we earn heaven or hell during the course of our lives. I imagine the lie is there to… suppress the competition. The half-demon race are the only ones with power to threaten the Nephilim. You already know they rule with an iron fist.

“In addition to that I’m also willing to take the risk of our association for the benefits. If you were only half demon and not fae, I wouldn’t risk it. But since you can hide your true nature, that makes it slightly less dangerous.”

I sighed, “Alright, so for every hour I spend in the library I have to suck you off?”

He nodded.

I said, “That seems fair, but it limits my studies.”

He laughed, and asked teasingly, “Are you questioning my virility?”

I blushed, “Of course not. I’d pursue my call-girl career at night, and I’d work around the fight nights?”

He nodded, “Once a week, on Wednesday, which I imagine would be slow night for you anyway in that way.”

I smiled, “So that’s my nights, other than that and just being here if a fight came to our door, that leaves me a lot of spare time. To study enchantment, brewing, spells, and practicing perfecting my magic. I’m intelligent, and I’ve always devoured knowledge during my schooling. I could imagine myself spending three hours a day in the mornings on that, and then practicing my practical skills in the afternoons, since I have no other duties outside of being here and getting to know you.”

He grinned, “Three, not a problem. I think I can get behind the idea of feeling those pouty lips pleasuring my cock after every meal.”

I laughed, and said breathily, “Alright, but if you pass on it, I still get the hour. I’ll also be feeding from you only once a day, I can suppress it the other two times.”

He shrugged, “I’ll agree to that, because I really don’t see that happening. You’re a remarkably sensual woman, far past your remarkable beauty and stunning body.”

I blushed, not only from his words, but from his lustful and excited emotions, “Thanks.”

He grinned, “Should we make it official, it is right after breakfast, and I could show you to the library afterward?”

I nodded, and I licked my lips subconsciously as I got up and rounded the desk, only to sink to my knees between his legs. I winked sexily when his hand caressed my hair and he let out a little sigh as I stared into his eyes hungrily while opening his jeans and fishing him out.

I smiled wider, as I saw what he’d been packing. His body may have been tall and wiry, but his cock was hung. A little bigger than Ryan’s, so no longer the largest I’d ever seen in person. Nathaniel’s cock was at least a half inch longer, and also thicker around. It was a damned bat, and I felt my mouth water as I stroked him teasingly, before taking him into my hot and greedy mouth.

As usual, my body and soul were flooded with both lust and a strange contentment, as if I’d found my true place and home in this world. On my knees, sucking cock, and I let out a delighted moan of approval tinged with pleasure as I took him into my mouth for the first time.

The look of wonder and pleasure on his face as he looked down into my eyes was so intense, as I worked him slowly and playfully. In no hurry at all to end it, because as always, my partner’s pleasure was my pleasure. The delicious radiating and building euphoria flushed my body with heat, and I lost myself in a wanton transcendence in the slow build-up toward ecstasy that was echoed in my own body.

I’d have done my best anyway, he’d earned it with his offer of priceless knowledge that would enable me to reach my full potential in magic, from the large to the subtle. But really, the pleasurable feedback was additional incentive to always do my best, to never skimp on my skills and giving as much pleasure as I could. Because as I already said, his pleasure was my pleasure.

My moans and efforts grew slowly more wanton, and more than once I took him deep in my throat and hummed around him as I swallowed. I let out sexy moans and lost myself in the drowning pleasure of it. I’d sucked so much dick, but that really didn’t matter. As always, it was as thrilling and satisfying as the first time. It was what I did, what I was, and my body, mind, desires… my very nature as a being was to give as much pleasure as I could with my body, to anyone that had earned it.

“Goddess, Lexi. It’s even better than I’d imagined.”

I winked playfully even as I moaned deeply in agreement. I sped up slowly, ramped up the pleasure, and then held him on the edge for almost thirty minutes, just because I was enjoying his huge cock in my mouth so much. Sliding through my wet lips and across my slick hot tongue, sending tingles of naughty pleasure through my body, even as the deeper pleasures of his experience electrified and thrilled me.

Inevitably, he exploded into me, and I creamed my panties as usual, and swallowed, sucked, and jacked his base rhythmically to extend his pleasure and mine. Hell, his cock was big enough to jack with both hands, giving a powerfully milking sensation to him with gently opposing twists, while still leaving enough room for me to wrap my lips around his ridge and suck hard as he filled me with his delicious cum.

I moaned softly as I gently suckled him a moment longer, and I looked up at him with dreamy contentment as I cleaned his cock with lavish licks of my tongue, and I packed it away. All while he looked at me with awe in his eyes. Fuck, that never got old, that look in their eyes, and the deep satiated contentment and after bliss running through both of us.

He tilted his head, “You felt my pleasure?”

I nodded, “I did, and your cock is… wonderful. If you get tired of the blowjobs, I’ll so let you fuck me with that monster for two hours in the library. Pussy or ass.”

He laughed, “We’ll see. You’re a delight.”

“A slutty delight?”

He shook his head, but then hesitated and then nodded, “That too, but no, your… sense of presence. How anyone could meet you and think you evil is beyond my understanding. You are… a goddess, and a sweet one at that.”

“I have steel, when it comes to the council.”

He nodded soberly, “I’m sorry for your loss. But it still holds true, you have integrity, and unless threatened or pushed you are delightful company. Better than most, that way, from what I can tell.”

He took me to the library.

Days passed in the present real world, as a year passed in the memories. They were stuck watching it all, as I sucked off Nathaniel three times a day, and at least two days a week he only got one blowjob, as he either took my pussy or ass hard with his cock for the other two hours. What they didn’t see was my studying. Mastering potion making, mastering my fae enchanting ability, mastering my hellfire, and learning fae nature spells.

What they didn’t see was me making a mound, with supplies, weapons, clothes, and even emergency rations. It was a very small mound, about the size of a walk-in closet, and bound to a diamond that had been inserted into my body, my wrist. The magic it cost me was less than how much I recovered, and it was still active, because the diamond could hold weeks of magic without being fed while I’d been out. It was also further enchanted to hide the magic, and they hadn’t found it.

Not to mention the couple of million in cold hard cash, though most of my money was in overseas accounts.

They also didn’t see me and Rocco become friends and grow close. They didn’t see our late-night conversations, and the time we spent together. All they saw was about six months in I’d just started to fuck him, because he loved me, and I loved him.

My Rocco, the second lover in my life.

I hated that the most, that they saw my amazing and far too short love affair with Bobbi and the much longer one with Rocco. My feelings of affection and my heart being bared to my enemy’s minds. It was the worst of their transgressions and violations against me, as far as I was concerned.

The worst part of it was Rocco was still with me. In a cell very close to mine, and he was held alive against the idea that I may have permanently enthralled him. My enemies knew I loved him now, deliriously, and I hated feeling that weakness, of my enemies uncovering that fact which they could easily use against me.

Nathaniel never grew that deeper connection with me. All there was between us was a sense of family, the pleasure, and the access to knowledge that he gave me in return to earn it. He was an odd man, very closed off and careful, but he grew to trust me, if not a true romantic affection as Rocco did.

They didn’t see the effort to grow my business and contacts at night. All they saw was part of my dates, as a call girl, and of course the wild fucking immediately afterwards. It built up slowly, and as my reputation built my cost had gone up from five hundred a night to three thousand. Of course, it would continue to grow to five thousand not to mention the ridiculously large tips over the next two years.

It was very close timewise to supernatural emergence in my past, and the incident with the half demon in Manhattan who’d had a sixth of the city in hellfire, though only a handful of buildings were entirely burned down. Most of the fires were small and eventually put out. Even hellfire went out, under the application of water.

At the same time, in the real world I’d subverted most of the cameras on the floor, and I’d broken and replaced most of the wards that would set off an alarm in the building and tell of our escape. I’d be ready soon.

Very soon.

 

Chapter Ten — Nightmare Take Three

Dennis smirked, “Two more weeks, and I’ll get to kill you and your lover.”

I snorted, “Closer to three. I have a lot more sex in the last two years than I did in the year before. Longer client list, more lovers… you’ll see.”

He scowled.

I wasn’t nearly as sanguine, and I let a hint of my nervousness show even though it wasn’t about that. It was about getting caught what I was doing. I figured one, maybe two more nights and everything would be ready for the escape. It was really hard to suppress my building emotions of anxiety and hope, the closer I got to reaching my goal the stronger those emotions got. The last thing I needed was for Dennis to get curious.

Nathaniel was also on my mind, the time was closing when my life had changed rather drastically, again, just about two years ago.

I settled in to eat.

Gale asked, “Do you know where that library is?”

I’d been wondering when they’d ask me that question.

I sighed regretfully, “I know, to the council that’s probably worse than black market potions. All that truth that inconveniently clashed with their lies. Plus, you know, the upper class hates it when us lower life form outsiders get their hands on any true power and powerful secrets of magic that the snooty bastards would prefer to hoard.”

Dennis growled, and I held up my hands in surrender.

“It’s gone. It no longer exists. Burned.”

Fortunately, I’d been done with my book learning by then, but it was still a loss that I felt. It disgusted me, the loss of all that precious knowledge, but it was what it was. I was still perfecting my craft, experimenting on potions as well, there was always room for growth. But I no longer needed book learning.

Gale asked, “How?”

“Danae Gibson, I’m sure there’s a file for the evil bitch if you’d care to look it up. Left-hand path practitioner and earth witch. She wanted to take over the black-market potion business here in Reno, so she decided to take us out. She also had a fire witch on her team, as well as a cougar shifter and vampire.”

Dennis smirked, “Is that how he died? I’d have thought you could handle a couple of witches, a shifter, and a vampire without breaking a sweat?”

I shook my head, “I could have. Left-hand path witch, as I said. The bitch summoned a demon to break our wards and soften us up. Even I’m no match for a demon, without holy water, and like me they’re completely immune to fire, even hellfire.”

Gale tilted her head, “Is that why your house and alchemy building was built on consecrated land?”

I sighed, “Yes, no demon could assail us at home. So that what that cunt did to Nathaniel couldn’t happen to me and mine. Just more proof I’m not evil by the way, consecrated ground and holy water is death to demons, or at least it sends them straight back to hell, but they don’t do shit to me. I figured it was only a matter of time before another witch willing to summon evil demons from hell came for us, given our involvement with the black market. It made sense.”

Gale asked, “Regrets?”

I frowned, “A little. I should’ve walked away after that night, and started over somewhere else, but I didn’t want to lose my escort business. Because of that I was almost forced to take over for Nathaniel’s efforts on the black market. Which ultimately is what busted me and is the reason I was discovered and stuck in here. I assume you guys raided the fight night because someone snitched about the illegal potions?”

Gale frowned at me, but then reluctantly nodded telling me my guess was right.

Dennis snorted, “Why not stay, and not take it over?”

I shrugged, “Too many people knew. In the middle class, and the outsiders that bought powerful potions from us at a discount. We were useful to the middle class and other outsider groups in the area as long as I took over and brewed them and kept them supplied. If I’d just stopped, then they’d have no reason not to rat us out, and at least one of them would have done so merely out of spite because they’d been cut off. It worked for two years after all, so I wasn’t entirely wrong, I can only assume Gabby misread a new contact somehow.”

Dennis smirked, “Nope. One of your customers were careless with where they were putting their cock, and hell hath no fury like a woman scorned.”

Oh, that actually made sense. He’d cheated and had a falling out with his mate or girlfriend, who had run to the council and turned him in for his evil ways out of spite and revenge, because he’d been dumb enough to tell her about his illegal activities. Fuck, how stupid.

I could even appreciate the irony, that sex and pleasure had led to my downfall, even if someone else’s.

I shook my head, “Either way, I should’ve started over, but I won’t pretend it wasn’t a hell of a ride.”

It was the plan now, find a new city, new identities. Work up a new client list as a call girl, and also stick to legal potions the council wouldn’t care about. I’d even register with the local council as a potion seller and submit to audits. I was sure my lovers would get behind that plan. It wasn’t like we lacked money and couldn’t get by in an aboveboard business. Without drawing the eyes of the council, we’d just have to worry about other outsider groups trying to kill us for our honest business. I was confident I could hide my identity and demonic nature without other things drawing the council’s attentions.

Potions and call-girl clients for me, the others could figure out their own outside ambitions, and we’d continue to be a supportive family and take care of each other. If we could, we’d leverage it so that we were all doing jobs together for safety’s sake. I’d have to discuss it with them first.

If we actually escaped this place.

Dinner was done, and they escorted me to my cell for the night.

Two years ago…

I wasn’t all the surprised when I found myself in a nightmare, of the night Nathaniel died. All the memories were so sharp of the last year leading up to that point, and his death had been on my mind. The fact I’d just talked about it with my jailers as well only cemented it. It was late on a Wednesday night, or technically early on Thursday, though I hadn’t slept yet, just around three in the morning and we’d just gotten back from fight night an hour or so ago.

We were already aware of Danae and her group, she’d been there that night at the fights, and Nathaniel had already expressed paranoid concerns. Earth witches made the best alchemists, being close to and connected to the land, not unlike the fae though it was a little different. The fae connected to the land through nature, while earth witches connected to nature through the land.

We had a wary understanding with the other six groups in the area, and all of them including us were quite wary of the new arrivals. It was also a worry because there were only three of us, though I was fairly confident because I counted as ten easily, when it came to the weaker supernatural races.

I could feel the horror in my gut, because it hadn’t even occurred to me Danae was a left-hand practitioner, and that she was accomplished at demon summoning. My mind was screaming at my old self to get up and get the holy water now, but my dream self was just as clueless as I was on that night two years ago.

That was the one thing I wholeheartedly agreed with the council on. Half-demons didn’t inherit the evil of our demonic parent, but full demons were pure evil, fallen from grace, and they had been judged. There was no coming back from that.

Witches and fae that took that path needed to die, summoning demons and sacrificing life for power twisted the soul, that was true evil.

It was only my own mortality and potential for good as well as evil that I highly disagreed with the council on.

I wasn’t asleep yet, because I’d just gotten done twisting up the sheets with Rocco. He’d long since invited me into his room, and more than that it was my room at that point too. He was kind of possessive, but for some reason he’d accepted my nature as a succubus. I wouldn’t say he liked it, but he never gave me shit or jealousy about the fact I was still blowing Nathaniel three times a day and fucking about twenty clients at least once a month during my dates.

He just loved me, manhandled me in bed, and gave me delicious pleasure every night I spent in his arms.

My body was my own, as was my nature, but my heart and soul did belong to him already that night. He made me feel possessed and cherished, valued and loved, and more than a little bit adored.

I was more than content and satiated, lying against his side shamelessly as I enjoyed the sensation of his strong arm around me and his teasing fingertips on the top of my ass and lower back.

I felt them coming, just a split second before the whole warehouse shook and vibrated, as the demon hit the wards and door like a ten-ton truck.

“Demon! And… fuck, Danae and her group.”

We both got up and I got dressed quickly as he transformed into a pony sized wolf, and I pulled my sword from my tiny mound. It looked like it’d just appeared in my hand, and in a way it had. The control spells to do that were long and complicated, and it had taken time and a lot of effort. Totally worth it though, once set up. We ran for the door where Nathaniel was in the middle of a spell.

Boom!

The demon slammed into the wards again, and I could feel them unraveling. It really was suicide to attack a witch in their stronghold, except apparently when bringing a demon along to knock down the traps and wards.

He finished the spell and power flowed, I felt the wards lash out and the demon was struck with lightning and sent rolling away with a dark evil howl.

Nathaniel said, “Holy water, office desk, third drawer on the right side. Go get it, I don’t know how long I can hold the wards under this assault.”

As if to underscore that, the demon crashed into the wards again, and Nathaniel physically flinched in pain as he kept pouring his magic into the wards. The demon felt it too, but there was no way a single witch was going to take down a demon. Not even with warding spells and traps on their side, that had been built over years.

Full demons were ten times more powerful than a half demon, and half demons were about ten times powerful than witches, vampires, shifters, and fae. Half-breeds were always weaker. Fae included, I was pretty strong with fae magic, but nothing compared to a full fae. Our only chance to take down that demon was the holy water or making him soak up a whole lot of physical damage, and I took off like my ass was on fire. The second option was far more dangerous.

Holy water was their major weakness, as was holy ground. Demons were practically indestructible, but a human toddler could take one out with a vial of holy water. Well if they could hit the demon with it anyway, demons were pretty fast, but fae were faster.

The drawers were locked, and I spat out a quick spell and then pulled the unlocked drawer open. There were several vials, I grabbed three just in case and started to run back with my heart pounding in my chest.

Boom!

The wards fell, and I felt sick to my stomach at the idea of being too late. I booked down the hallway, then turned for the entrance, just in time for a weakened Nathaniel to take a powerful fireball to his face.

As for the demon, it was kicking the shit out of Rocco, though Rocco had gotten in a bite or two in the few seconds it’d taken to run there. I winced on the inside, as I saw his chest splayed open, but it immediately healed with a rush of power. Shifters could heal almost anything, as long as they had the magic left to do it. Once that magic was drained however, they’d die as easily as a human would.

I threw the vial of holy water, which exploded on the demon’s chest.

The demon screamed in pain, and started to smoke, smolder, and flake apart.

Demon and fae magic flowed around my body and on the sword. In truth, it was hellfire and a simple glamour, but to anyone reading the ground or even present, all they’d see is a green fae aura around me and my sword brimming with nature magic.

I jumped in front of Nathaniel and took the next fireball on my back, which didn’t do jack shit because I was both immune to fire and shielded from magic. I touched Nathaniel and my hellfire sucked up all the magical fire on him, but it was too late.

I felt his heart falter, and I’d never forget the wistful look on his face and the fear in his eyes as it beat it’s last. I was too late despite putting out the fire, and it was far too late for even a healing potion to heal him with burns over his whole body.

I was hardly a master sword-woman at that time in my life, just a year since I’d fled my hometown. But I was fae, graceful, fast, well balanced, and sensually so. I’d also taken martial arts lessons from Rocco over the last year and I wasn’t terrible.

With the demon gone and banished back to hell, Danae’s little group attacked.

As so long ago back in my first home, the vampire was fastest, and I ignored his sword stroke to decapitate me and let my magic handle it. He wasn’t expecting that at all, so after being ran through by my sword he went up in flames, much like the first one. The cougar was squared off with Rocco, and I ignored it for now as I charged the two witches.

They looked confident while casting, and their protections probably would hold a full fae back for long enough, so they had no fear of a half fae’s power. Except my hellfire covered sword cut through those protections like they weren’t even there.

Danae’s spell faltered and she screamed in shock as her fire witch’s head went flying into the night and I turned toward her grimly.

The witch barked a word of a much shorter spell, which made the ground itself roll like a wave and shake. It did unbalance me slightly, but my fae grace saved me from falling on my ass, and just a moment later her head followed her witch’s.

I turned toward the shifter, “Stand still,” I whispered under my breath so lightly only a shifter would hear it, and no doubt the earth witch sent to investigate wouldn’t.

The cougar froze, but it didn’t look like much more than a slight falter, one that Rocco took advantage of as he lunged and snapped his jaws around her neck. He shook and twisted wildly as he snapped the cougar’s neck, and a moment later the head rolled off as his powerful jaws bit it off.

No coming back from a beheading, no matter how much magic the cougar had left.

I turned and looked in shock, at the smoke pouring out the door, and the bright flames. The witch’s second fireball, that hit my back, it must’ve splashed off me and ignited the walls. It spread too quickly for normal fire, the whole warehouse was ablaze and that’d only happened less than a minute ago.

Far too much fire for me to put out. The library, potions lab, our stuff, rooms, all of it going up in flames. That had probably been her plan, part of the spell, to fully burn us out and erase all we owned. I was filled with a rage, though I carried most things of importance with me in my mound.

I let go of the magic, let it recede as I sent the sword back to the mound.

In that moment though I didn’t care about the books, or the stuff, not yet anyway. It was Nathaniel’s death my mind was stuck on.

Shit. What now?

Present…

I woke up with a sharp gasp. I knew of course, I’d used my money to purchase an old church yard, and we’d built a house and potions lab on it. Kept up with his work in a place protected from demons. Just in case another left-hand practitioner decided to force their way in and take our place in the black market.

I’d barely slept three hours, but that was the new normal for me and I felt a little strung out, as I got to work in the quiet of the night. I needed to finish the job, and then get the hell out of there with my people. I was fae, it’d be easy to hide from them, once we’d escaped anyway.

My mind wandered in the past, it was doing that more and more lately with the reprise of memories making it all so fresh. At least, the memories of sex and pleasure, part of it anyway, the part that wasn’t focused on the magic and getting things done. I wanted to finish that night, but I also had to be careful and knew I shouldn’t rush it.

Magic was touchy after all, and the task of subverting the magic of others was a delicate process, not to mention adding my own enchantments and glamour to cover up the changes. That’s why it was taking so long.

It was something the enemy would never expect, because they’d never had to face it before. Most lawbreakers were just killed out of hand, it was only my unique circumstances and the long-term plan that made it possible at all.

It was also a one-shot wonder, because the council may be assholes but they’re far from stupid. No doubt if I did escape, they’d add analyzing the wards once a day to their daily routines. It was just a shortfall, that only my ridiculous circumstances enabled me to take advantage of it.

My mind wandered.

Two years ago…

The study was mine. Lightly decorated and warm, and I’d like to believe it reflected the owner. I had on a red sundress the day I’d met Gabby. Rocco nodded at me subtly, as he brought her into the room much how he’d brought me to Nathaniel just over a year ago. All I really knew about her was she was an outsider, a fire witch, and new to the Reno area.

She’d answered our request on the dark web, that we were a group looking for more members if they were the right fit. I’d taken over Nathaniel’s job, but it was far too much and overwhelming, I’d been working constantly the last two months, between brewing, maintaining contacts and sales, helping with the fight night organizing, and my own personal call girl service.

So, we were looking for one or two people to help with the middle two things. I’d keep brewing, and I’d keep up with my call girl service, but I needed an outgoing witch to handle sales and contacts. A fire witch would fit that need quite nicely, fire was passion, as well as physical flames, so they were almost always extroverts.

Gabby was gorgeous, five foot one and petite like my Bobbi had been, with a tight supple and curvy body in perfect proportion to her height, but otherwise worlds apart in looks. Gabby had curly and medium reddish-brown hair, and lovely light chocolate brown eyes. She had lightly tanned skin with just a hint of gold, and quite a lovely face. Her cheekbones were sharp and prominent on her thin face, but not quite enough to cross over from classical beauty to severe beauty.

She had on dark gray jeans and a thin black sweater shirt, and her perky B cups didn’t need and didn’t have a bra on for support. She looked confident and had a smile on her face as she looked me over and took a seat.

“Gads, you’re gorgeous,” she said in admiring alarm, which was as heartfelt as it was spontaneously said.

I laughed, “Thank you. You’re lovely too.”

She snorted, “I totally am, but we’re in completely different zip codes.”

I blushed, “So, what do you need from me and Rocco, and perhaps one other person we may recruit, so there’ll be four of us in the group eventually.”

She said, “The usual, protection, support in both directions. I’m not looking for romance.”

My lips twitched, “Why not?”

She replied, “That’s why I left the last group, had a falling out with the leader of the group when our relationship went south. Had to get out of there fast.”

I nodded, “Understandable.”

She said, “You said you were looking for an organizer and people person?”

I replied, “Yes, I need someone to help with our part of the fight nights, also keep engaged with clients and to sell the potions I make. The potions are not strictly speaking, legal.”

She scowled, “Black market?”

I nodded, “Yes, if that’s a problem you can leave, no questions asked. Between the brewing and my own career at nights, I’m just putting in too many hours. Plus, it wouldn’t hurt to have you around in case we were attacked.”

She asked, “Is that likely?”

I shrugged, “Yes, probably, sooner or later everyone is attacked. It’s why I built this place on consecrated ground. Speaking of which, you are a right-hand path witch?”

She bit her lip and nodded, “Yes. I’ll give it a try, Rocco seems very controlled for a shifter, and you have good vibes.”

I winked, “That’s because he gets out his aggression on me, several times a day.”

She looked startled, then laughed, “Message received.”

I tilted my head, “What message?” honestly boggled.

She said, “I’ll keep my hands off.”

I laughed, “Right.”

I hadn’t meant it that way, but I had no plans to reveal my true nature to her anytime soon, not until she’d earned my trust anyway.

Regardless, she turned out to be perfect for our needs, and she had a knack with dealing with people with strength but without getting their backs up.

I smirked fondly, back in my cell. I was looking forward to seeing her again just as much as Rocco. Despite what she’d said that day in my office, it was only three weeks later when she’d fallen into bed with Rocco and I. The second part only possible because she’d fallen for me hard and fast.

When I’d finally told her what I really was, she hadn’t believed me until I showed her my horns and hellfire.

That was true of Nick as well, they were all my lovers, and both of them loved Gabby as well, just not each other. Though Nick had taken almost six months to fall to my charms, and come to care for me with enough affection that my magic let him fuck me without a price, because his love earned the pleasure of my body all its own, just like the rest of my team.

They were all mine, and each other’s. We were an extremely tight knit and fiercely loving group, and if it was the last thing I did, I’d make sure this was only a bump in the road for them. We’d escape, or I’d make sure they escaped at the very least.

I supposed technically I didn’t need to be a call girl anymore. Between the three of them I had an incredibly rich sex life, and we had more than enough money. Still, it was in my nature, and the money never hurt, and it was legal. So… I saw no reason not to do it, I enjoyed pleasuring people after all, it was my nature and what I was. They understood that.

They also gave me crazy amounts of pleasure. One of my favorite things was to be double penetrated by my hung shifters while I licked out my sexy reddish-brown haired fire witch. Quadruple the pleasure, without the horror I’d endured with VP Butler and Jackson.

Nick was six foot even, twenty-three years old, and he had blond hair and green eyes. He was handsome, muscled, and a great guy. He was also a bear shifter. He spent most of his time with Gabby as her protection, as she fronted the group and acted like our leader, making contacts and sales.

It’d made sense, people wanted to talk to the person in charge, and despite me being in charge as far as everyone else could see I was just her alchemist and potion maker.

I wondered what we’d do next, some kind of joint business venture maybe, where I could sell potions on the side and they could do what they wanted. We wouldn’t even have to join the local fight club thing, since Gabby and I kept our shifters plenty relaxed between the two of us. I just wasn’t sure what we’d do, I wasn’t going to dictate to them although I knew them well enough that I’d probably get it right if I did.

I could totally see our group running a horse ranch, hunting lodge, and a store that sold potions and souvenirs. I’d suggest it, but they might surprise me and not go for it.

I really hoped we got out of there, I wasn’t done with my life yet, or with loving them. I was so close I could taste it, as I enchanted the last camera on the floor. There was only one ward left and my group’s cuffs. The one on the stairwell door, and I could finish that the next night.

My jailers were back, and it was the start of another day.

 

Chapter Eleven — Fire Witch

Breakfast that morning was bagels and lox, and orange juice. Both my jailers were quiet, but Dennis looked far too smug and filled with anticipation for my comfort.

I said to Dennis, “So, what has you so happy this morning, in my company.”

Gale rolled her eyes, “The council changed their minds. I wasn’t planning on telling you, I suspect given how rarely you use enthrallment this will be our last day doing this.”

Right, of course shit would go wrong now. Murphy’s law, and plans never went without a hitch, I should’ve been expecting it. The bloodthirsty shifter was happy he might be able to tear me apart today instead of in two weeks from now. I tried to suppress the panic as I thought furiously and suppressed my magic from rising up and blowing right through my fae glamour of being magicless. The demon magic in me was much stronger than the other.

I could try to escape in the moment, and I would, but I was going over the last two years in my head trying to figure out how often I’d used enthrallment. I’d dreamt of Nathaniel’s death last night, but no doubt they would see that first thing this morning, as I’d enthralled the cougar shifter. I didn’t use that power a lot, but two years was a long time.

They might finish today, or tomorrow at the latest going in this new direction and just reviewing the sex with enthrallment or enthrallments. I decided it was a gamble and could go either way. If I tried to escape during the day it’d also be a lot harder and entail a whole lot of risk. I made up my mind to risk it, it was worth it, if there were enough enthrallments to burn the rest of the day then I could escape per the plan tonight.

If not, then at least it’d be much later in the day, less people and visitors would be in the building, and likely a team or two would be out on other assignments.

Dennis smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”

“Something in my eye I think,” and I rubbed the corner of it with my middle finger.

Dennis snorted a laugh, and he didn’t even cuff me. Apparently, I couldn’t even provoke him out of his good mood this morning, the man wanted me dead badly. He was going to be disappointed though, because I might die and not escape if he finishes today, but he sure as well won’t be the one to do it.

Gale shook her head, “You two drive me crazy.”

Dennis scowled, “Don’t lump me in with the evil demon.”

I laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. It wasn’t hard to act worried or afraid, because I was both. Walking out in the middle of the night would’ve been relatively easy, leaving in the early or late afternoon if the vision memories didn’t take over a day would be much harder.

Gale held out the vial, and I stared at it like it was death.

“Take it, or he’ll help me force it down your throat.”

I frowned and actually made my hand quaver a little as I took it. I was nervous, but a part of it was an act, the act of a person who thinks they’re doomed. I could afford to give Dennis the satisfaction, rather than stir up any suspicions at this late stage. If they decided to check the cuffs, then the choice would truly be taken out of my hands, and I’d have had to act in that moment and early morning.

I took out the stopper, and then I quaffed it.

Gale started to cast…

Two years ago…

The first vision as I suspected was of the fight of Nathaniel’s death. Then it skipped a little time and a whole lot of sex, to just past emergence. There’d been a small… shall I call it a bump? A small bump in my call girl service clientele. Most of the men really liked my ears and thought that me being fae was very hot. Especially when they learned how isolated the fae kept themselves from the general population.

They not only lived in forests, but they lived inside mounds which were personal dimensions only anchored to those locations. They were extremely reclusive and so isolated they couldn’t be found, so suddenly I was not only the hottest woman in the room as their arm candy at parties, but I was also a rarity and point of curiosity as a fae.

Most… but not all. Some few of my clients reacted badly and in paranoia. They accused me of using magic to beguile them, and they were horrified at the idea I might not be hot and barely legal at all but using glamour on them. Those men were enthralled to calm them down and then struck from my client list, but I had plenty of men panting to add me at the time, so it was no big deal either. The only point in bringing it up was that all those incidents were added to the memories that were reviewed.

Then I was in bed with Gabby, on my back, while my sexy petite witch was teasing my body. It wasn’t our first time in bed together, since it’d been almost a week since I’d told her what I really was right before we’d crossed that line.

A lovely tingling wave of pleasure went through my body as she teasingly brushed her lips across my sensitive nipple, while her free hand tweaked my other nipple.

She said breathily and teasingly into my breast, “Evil seductress, and dark demoness. I can’t seem to resist your amazing tits,” and I let out a moan as her hot breath, warm tongue, and sucking lips gave my nipple the attention it deserved.

I cackled evilly, or I tried to, but it’d come out more like a breathy seductive laugh instead. I panted shamelessly when she bit down on my nipple sending a bolt of pain down to my sex that exploded into pleasure radiating from my sensitive clit. My hands caressing her face and hair as I arched my back and pushed my tits into her hands and face eagerly.

“You are helpless to resist my evilness,” I panted out, then I giggled.

My Gabby was a wonder, totally owning the demoness thing, and it was something she teased about often, usually in bed. She was also incredibly passionate, something common to fire witches actually, but she took it to a very good place.

She faux accused, “Evil soulless creature! I must smite you.”

A warm thrill went down my spine as she started to cast a spell in Latin, her lips teasing my nipple as they moved, and I moaned deeply in anticipation. This wasn’t the first time she’d smote me with one of her passion spells.

When she finished, an insanely delicious heat infused my body in swirling waves, and I arched and trembled right on the edge of ecstasy.

“Gabby!” I screamed in ecstasy, when the sexy reddish-brown haired witch spanked my nipple as she bit down hard on the other one. It was more than enough to push me over, the way the sharp pain exploded into dirty pleasure down below, adding a wicked joyful euphoria to the heat of the spell. My mind was lost in pleasure-addled ecstasy as I came hard for my witch.

Her spell extended that pleasure by a great amount, as did her continued attention to my breasts.

She giggled into my breast as I came down, then suckled sweetly, warming me with light waves of tingling pleasure which added to the post endorphin rush and bliss.

“Something funny?” I asked breathily, as I caressed her face. I was drowning in the pleasure, her company, and her lovely affection. She was a bit wild, and despite her words when we first met, she’d thrown herself into this new relationship with Rocco and me. She was amazing.

She sighed softly and crawled back up to nibble on my lips, then she kissed me deliciously in a lingering and sweet kiss, and she let out a little gasp of her own as I stealthily wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, and the other hand snuck in a nipple pinch of my own. I loved her tits too, so firm, highly proud, and perfectly rounded. She was so sexy, petite and a perfectly proportioned hourglass.

She said softly, “You are just impossibly sensual and so very beautiful while cumming for me, not funny exactly, but it struck a funny note in me when I seriously considered hitting you with that pleasure spell all day long, just to watch you cum for me over and over.”

I grinned, “See, you totally can’t resist the evil seduction.”

She nodded in agreement, and bit her lip, then she gasped as I rolled us over and attacked her neck with nips, soft brushing kisses, and teasing licks, before kissing down her body. Her body was so delightfully responsive to my every touch, lips, fingertips, and tongue. The pleasure running through me through our carnal connection and my magic was proof of that, and we both gasped when I teasingly took her nipple into my mouth.

A thrill went through me, as well as an avalanche of pleasure when my fingers found her soaked labia and teased along them even as I bit down very lightly on her nipples. Her breasts were extremely sensitive, about as sensitive as mine actually, she just didn’t enjoy the same level of painful shocks I did when my breasts were mauled.

Euphoria flushed my body in gentle waves as I teased hers up higher, and her sweet gasps and sighs of pleasure were music to my ears, as I started to kiss my way down her soft supple body. As usual the feedback made me feel everything she felt, and I was a little lost in the pleasure of my touch and how well I was overwhelming her senses.

I moaned deeply in lusty approval as I took my first lick between her legs. So soft and sweet on my tongue, so tasty, as she ran her fingers through my hair and gripped, and her back arched as she let out a delightful panting gasp. Not just from her pleasure rolling gently through my own body, but also in enjoyment of her taste, as I looked up into her warm chocolate eyes to see wonder and amazed pleasure there.

It was where I belonged, licking out my sexy witch, my head between her legs, my tongue giving her pleasure as my hands squeezed her ass and held her squirming body still. It was my nature, and where I felt at home. Just like with the men, and having a cock in my mouth, I was made to eat pussy, and my witch’s heavenly silken paradise was delicious.

What made it more intense was the awed affection, true affection, and amazement that I was hers in that moment. That I really thought she was amazing herself, and beyond sexy. It was intense, sex with a lover. I always enjoyed myself more, though it was by degrees. Sucking a client’s cock was still the second-best thing in my life, felt like that was my purpose and one I loved to fulfill, and not empty to me at all, like it may grow to be for a human call-girl.

It’d also made me an incredibly sought-after call-girl, because I never had to fake it, was never jaded with my clients. I wanted to be there. And that was only truer for my Abby and Rocco, who had earned the pleasures of my body with their affection, and they’d won my affection in the rest of our lives as well as in bed. Balance was only one part of the equation with them.

I saw her eyes widen and then a thrill of anticipation went through me as the bed moved. My Rocco didn’t let me down, as he speared my slutty pussy just a moment later, and he gave me a hard spank.

“Eat that pussy good for her,” he ordered.

I moaned in agreement, as I felt both his and my pleasure at the silken friction and slick sliding sensations on our most sensitive parts as he started to rock his body into me from behind. I focused through that double pleasure inundating my succubus body and senses easily though, that was part of my nature too, as I continued to lick out my witch lovingly, and even teased at her puckered hole with my fingertip which drove her wild.

The closer she got the more I assaulted her sex with sensual and firm strokes of my tongue, and deep licks into her passage only to replace my tongue with two fingers. I worked her with devotion and joy in my heart, as I looked up into those warm chocolate brown eyes. It was so intense, that connection, and the higher she got the more my fire witch squirmed wildly under my sensual assault.

When she was close, I stuck a finger in her ass as I sucked in her clit and swirled it with my tongue, all while rubbing my fingertips against her wall and grinding her g-spot. The powerful ecstasy struck like lightning and stormed through both our bodies, and we keened in pleasure as one as I continued to lick her and finger fuck her through her pleasure to extend and raise us both higher.

We were only halfway through our orgasms when my wildly milking and convulsing sex overwhelmed Rocco’s control.

He grunted, “Fuck, baby!”

Gods, I loved it when he called me baby so possessively, because the surge of affection behind it was undeniable, and it disarmed me every time.

His cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside me, and I felt a wicked warmth and delight as I always did when a man was emptying himself into me. More than that, my own wracking orgasm turned from a storm thunderously rolling through my body and mind to a hurricane of lashing pleasure that howled through and emptied my mind of all conscious thought as his ecstasy was added to my own.

Threesomes were so fucking intense, for a succubus, not to mention the addition pleasure of feeding from them both. Somehow, I kept licking rhythmically with the rapturously transcendent hurricane raging through my body and lashing my senses, and of course my sex knew what to do without conscious thought, as it eagerly milked his cock with rolling squeezes and convulsions to both make it better for him and extract as much pleasure and cum as possible.

It felt like it lasted an eternity, before that storm of pleasure passed.

I sighed in blissful contentment, as I crawled up her body, and kissed my Abby languidly and affectionately, before rolling over on my side and snuggling into hers.

Gabby said, “So very evil,” in a breathy voice filled with awed pleasure, and it made me giggle.

I warmed inside, as Rocco spooned into my back, his wet cock finding a place between my warm bubbled ass cheeks as his arm went over me, and teasingly stroked Gabby’s stomach and the sensitive bottom of her breasts.

Rocco said deeply, “She’s pretty incredible. I’ve never met anyone as good and lovely as she is.”

Gabby giggled, “I know, the irony kills me. Speaking of which.”

The last three words had been serious, and not teasing, so I asked, “What’s up?”

She sighed, “Yesterday when I made the sale, they had concerns about the potion quality, since it used to be Nathaniel that brewed them. The shifter present gave me a funny look when I assured them that they were high quality, and I told them my fae alchemist had worked and studied with Nathaniel for a year on potion making.”

Rocco’s voice rumbled, “He didn’t pick up a lie. He probably just picked up a false note that told him you were holding back some information on our Lexi. Not just the demon part either, the leader part too. Your words implied that she both worked for you, and that she’s only fae. I just picked up on the same thing.”

Gabby nodded, “That’s what I was thinking. So I had a somewhat crazy idea.”

“What’s that?”

Gabby replied, “I want you to enthrall me and see if that works. The last thing we need is nervously curious customers, in an illegal black-market business. They need to be confident.”

I nodded thoughtfully as I sent my magic her way, “Gabby, I am your fae alchemist when it comes to the black-market business.”

It wasn’t even a lie, not really, it just wasn’t the full information. It also wasn’t exactly an order, at least not to do something, it was an order to believe something. Something I’d never tried before.

Gabby shook her head, her widened eyes and slackened face going back to normal, and she said, “Lexi is my fae alchemist,” then we both looked at Rocco.

Rocco rumbled, “Nothing that time. Interesting.”

I wiggled back against Rocco, who was getting hard, “Why don’t you give our witch a load too, then me and her can sixty-nine for our tasty treats while you enjoy the show. I want to watch you fuck her, while I tease you both.”

Gabby grinned, “I like that plan. Come shove that big cock in me.”

Rocco being a man with two hot eager women in his bed, didn’t argue…

The skips grew larger, there was a similar scene with Nick involved a month or two later, and further skips as we were challenged a few times over those two years for our position in the city. The black market was a dangerous endeavor, but with my greater power I didn’t overly worry about it. It’d only been the ridiculous timing of me being so drained that had enabled even the council to meet success. So much so I’d started to suspect it was arranged that way. I’d never asked, but that big order could’ve been part of the council’s takedown in hindsight.

He’d been a loyal customer for a long time, but that was easy to work around. I doubt Abby would’ve detected a false note if a council vampire had compelled him to order all those potions.

The coincidence of things going that wrong during the three hours or so that I’d be drained on that day seemed… astronomical as far as chance.

It was hard to keep track of time very accurately during the mind-rape visions of my past, and I started to get nervous as two years turned into one year, then six months, then three months. I’d never used enthrallment all that much, I didn’t need to in my business. Only attacks, or when exposure risks came up, which hadn’t been often with Abby fronting as leader. Mostly I’d just brewed potions at home, ran experiments, and fucked and sucked my clients and three lovers.

My family.

I’d taken the risk that it might be dragged out one more day, and it hadn’t paid off. The clock on the wall only showed three-thirty when we came out of it, and we were up to present.

I’d run out of time, and I had to hope what I’d done had been enough. My mind raced through several ideas, and it had been during the memory review all day.

 

Chapter Twelve — Escape or Death

Dennis’s smirk pissed me off, I could practically feel the anticipation of violence rolling off him in waves. I don’t care what he was, pack, council investigator, the shifter was on the very edge of rogue as far as I was concerned. No one that gloried in death and pain like he seemed to should be in a position of authority, or even breathing as far as I was concerned.

I snapped out as my magic exploded out of me, “Don’t move or speak.”

Dennis froze and his eyes widened with shocked panic. Gale on the other hand, my enthrallment magic couldn’t touch, she was shielded.

Fae were fast though, and as she opened her mouth to scream for the guards or start casting, the cuffs fell off my wrists and I dove over the table. I hit her chest with my elbows as my hands wrapped around her throat, and her chair fell backwards. I squeezed hard and wreathed my hands in hellfire to burn through her protections.

My ability to focus was high at that point, so it was relatively easy to keep the fire from burning her, and only taking down her shields.

She screamed, the shields preventing my hands from cutting off her air, but only for a second or two. Her shields fell, and I barked, “Don’t move or speak without permission.”

She shut up, and her eyes narrowed.

I got up, “Fix your chair, and sit down.”

As she did that, I asked conversationally, “You’ve seen how my magic works, the balance it keeps. What do you suppose would happen to you two, if I gave you orgasms, after you abused me and mind-raped me for the last… ten days?”

Both their eyes went wide with horror, and I laughed, “Don’t worry, I’d sooner fuck a pig. But I am curious about something. Permanent enthrallment, something I’ve never tried. I’ve been giving it a lot of thought the last few days, it seems ridiculous, and I suspect it is ridiculous. Shall we see what I can figure out?”

Gale’s eyes flickered to the door.

I straddled her and smiled a bit darkly, “You’re really quite attractive, Gale. Don’t worry, no one will interrupt us, after all I have the camera enchanted. Had it enchanted for days now. There’s plenty of bullshit for it to show the guards, I’m sure. No one will save you, and you owe me for all that mind rape. So, I’m sure you won’t mind being my guinea pigs.”

I leaned in and kissed her. I didn’t need sex, I just needed to create that sympathetic connection. As soon as I felt her soft lips tingling along with my own, my enthrallment power raced up into her. It didn’t feel like the magic did anything, even as I focused on it forming a permanent link, nor did it combine with my other magic in any way.

I sighed, “Nope, permanent enthrallment is bullshit. But… I have a theory. I’ve had a long time to consider all the angles after all. Oh, cheer up, if this works you two get to live, as my puppets on the council of course, but you’ll still be alive.”

Her eyes widened in horror.

I was a nice person, but these fuckers had mind-raped me for ten days, I’d had three hours of sleep a night if that, and I felt dirty and violated. They owed me for that torture, for making me relive the death of my family, and of Nathaniel.

I kissed her again, and instead of directing my magic in any way I focused on the idea of creating a permanent bond. Not enslavement, just a bond. My magic wasn’t evil after all. The fallen angels, full-blooded and damned succubae that twisted the power into evil uses. They would drain and steal the soul of any victim they slept with, out of greed and lust for power. That was an evil and distorted use of their power, I suspected an angel would use it as I have been, in balance.

Point being, a slave bond sounded like a twisted use of a different kind of power I may have had. Or rather, it just wasn’t a slave bond at all.

The magic that caused that sympathetic connection between us during sex grew, more magic surged, and I felt it as it locked into her. I grinned, as I broke the kiss. Turns out I had another power after all. Or… not another one, but one I hadn’t been using to its full potential.

“Can you hear me?” I sent my mental voice down that bond.

Her terror filled widened eyes told me she had very much heard me.

I got up, “Time to experiment a little more. Slap Dennis, will you? If you want to.”

I nodded in satisfaction as she didn’t do it. The bond didn’t make her a slave, it merely connected us sympathetically.

I sent my enthrallment magic down our bond, and said in her mind, “Slap Dennis.”

Her hand whipped out, and backhand slapped him right in his face.

I chuckled, “Awesome. Say something back.”

Gale sent to my mind, “Fuck you.”

I chuckled sultrily, and bit my lip seductively, then said breathily, “Was that an offer?”

Okay, maybe I was a little bit evil, as I giggled at her panicked look. You’d think they hadn’t just seen how I’d lived my life the last three years, with honor and integrity, and an evenhandedness.

I knew then the bond was just a bond, something to be done with a trusted ally, and not a control at all. But I could subvert its purpose, to control someone remotely by piggy backing that bond with my enthrallment power. In that case, I felt fully justified, it wasn’t a use that harmed or twisted my soul, and they owed me. It would be convenient to have two people on the council who could warn me of future danger, if in our new lives if we were ever caught out again.

Assuming of course, I escaped this building alive.

I also suspected the succubus that had taken down so many with her death, had ordered all of those people to kill themselves if they ever felt the bond drop. Just… a normal enthrallment order, a ticking bomb in their minds, that would cause them to commit suicide. She never had said how they died, and I seriously doubted they’d just dropped dead. That… really didn’t feel right.

It was also a shame I hadn’t found this power earlier, because Abby, Rocco, and Nick could’ve warned me that they’d been busted. It was a bond I’d make, as soon as possible with them. I had no doubt they’d consent, and I wouldn’t do it if they didn’t. But these assholes were another story, there was an imbalance between us.

I walked over and kissed Dennis, which disgusted me, but I was able to form a bond with him too.

“Okay, first we’re going to deal with all those memories of me you have. I don’t like it.”

I enthralled them to close their eyes.

Then I started to speak in a musical liquid voice, the language of the fae, as I cast a spell to remove the last month of memories from their minds. That would cover their intimate knowledge of my life that they’d stolen, and another twenty days or so. Not perfect, but they’d have most of hteir memories. I simply didn’t know a memory spell for ten days, only one, three, and thirty.

At that point, they knew nothing about me at all, not even that they’d been bonded, what I looked like, what my name was, and possibly not even that a subspecies of demon named succubus even existed.

Then I spoke to their minds using enthrallment, “You will never speak of the voice in your head, or of suspicions that anyone can control you. You will also find a way to delete all case files and other data regarding Alexis Black, Rocco Castillo, Gabby Meyer, and Nick Fox from the council’s servers without getting caught.”

I paused, for a moment tempted to just kill them. They did deserve it, but the chance to wipe out the council’s records was too good to pass on. Plus, it would be useful to have them in the system.

“Lastly,” I again said directly to their minds, “You will periodically run searches on succubae and open demon cases, or permanent enthrallment. You will keep me apprised of their hunt for me, but do not get caught. When you’re questioned about this, you can honestly tell them you were not permanently enthralled and that I did not fuck you.”

That seemed good enough. I cast another spell, and they were knocked out. Let my jailors wonder why I’d spared them. They sure as hell weren’t going to get any information out of them. Of course, it could be a moot point, I wouldn’t be surprised if the Nephilim on the local council has them executed for failing so spectacularly.

I walked over to the door and opened it. I didn’t have to look, my magic could feel all the supernaturals and even humans around me. I knew the hallway was clear, and I even knew my way to the cells down the corridor. I’d made the walk often enough, after all.

All the cell doors had separate alarm wards, that’s why it’d take so long. But they were my wards now, and with a thought the three doors opened.

I grinned widely, as my two drool-worthy shifters and my sexy witch peeked out warily.

“Miss me?”

Rocco said, “About time, love. I was starting to get bored.”

I winked at him.

The suppression cuffs, I didn’t have to be subtle anymore, and I broke their enchantments one at a time with a single finger and a little hellfire, my people were free.

“Okay, the plan was to run tonight, early morning in the middle of the night after your powers had regenerated.”

Gabby interjected, “Where are you going with this?”

I sighed, “You three are a liability right now, and will be helpless for hours. So… in the closet.”

I waved my hand, and a small doorway opened against the wall, to my closet sized mound.

Nick growled, but he calmed slightly as I put my hands on him and kissed him deeply.

“I know, it’s a shitty plan, but it was either that or die. None of you can help me escape right now, and it’s going to be hard enough without needing to protect you three besides myself. Please?”

They all looked mutinous.

I told them what I’d discovered, and that if they bonded with me that I could keep them aware of what I was doing and what was going on.

As I knew they would, they immediately acquiesced. Their trust and love of me was humbling and filled me with warmth. Not to mention feeling it directly, I had no doubts they all adored me. We formed the bond, and I opened up my mind for them.

Gabby said, “Shit, that’s weird.”

I nodded, “You can close your eyes when you go in the closet, obviously this will help next time, if any of us are in trouble the information can be relayed through me immediately.”

They nodded reluctantly.

Nick asked, “What’s the plan?”

I shrugged, “Once I escape? We go legit, no more black market. I can keep my nature hidden if we eliminate the other risks, at least as far as we can. Register and sell legal potions at whatever kind of business you three want to set up? While I’m also running a new escort business on the side. Going to have to get all new clients.”

Abby asked, “Do we have time for this?”

I waved my hand, “We’re good until we leave this floor, I own all the magic on this floor, save the ward on the stairwell. But you’re not wrong, this conversation can wait. I was thinking some kind of business model we could all get behind, that included potions as a side. We also have money, so it’s not like we’ll be in a rush. Right now, my only solid plan is getting out of Reno, finding a nice motel room, and loving the three of you for a week straight.”

Rocco grinned, “I can get behind that plan. We’re just… on edge.”

I snorted, “Me too, I haven’t had sex in ten days either. Anyway, you’re powerless, and the sooner we go the sooner I can calm those violent instincts.”

Abby kissed me lingeringly, and when she pulled back she had wet and tear filled eyes, “I love you, Lexi. I thought… I didn’t think I’d ever see you again.”

She bit her lip and entered the closet. My two shifter men took liberties with my lips and even got in a few gropes and they both gave me a parting spank as they headed toward the closet.

I shook my head, my body trembling for a good hard fucking. Damn it.

I closed the door.

Rocco said in my mind, “This is better, with my eyes closed, but still weird. I can’t really see, or hear, but I know what you’re seeing and hearing.”

Nick laughed, “Me too. More than that, we felt your pleasure and joy at our touch, love.”

My eyes widened in shock. That’s what the bond was for, a deepening and permanent sympathetic bond that went both ways if we were open to sending our sensations and emotions across it. That meant the next foursome was going to be very delicious, it wouldn’t just be me feeling quadruple the pleasure.

Gods, that had me soaked, the idea of giving my lovers that much pleasure, and sharing my own. Hmm, maybe just double the pleasure, otherwise it’d create a feedback loop. They’d feel mine, and theirs through our connection, but not each other’s or what I felt from the other two. That was curious, I also suspected it meant if I was in Walgreens picking up something and Rocco plowed Abby back home, that meant I’d be creaming my panties in Walgreens, as I felt their pleasure and joined them in ecstasy.

Huh, it just got better, the more I considered it, and I had control over those connections, so I could block their sensations when with a customer. It’d probably be bad if I came like a freight train in the middle of a conversation in a high brow party while I was arm candy, for instance.

Abby said breathily, “Would it be a distraction if I started in on sating our men’s violent needs?”

I laughed, “Yes. I’d hate to die, because I started to orgasm in the middle of a fight. So pick, you get to sense what I’m doing, or you can let them split roast you, not both.”

Abby replied with mock deliberation, “I’ll have to think about that for a minute.”

I chuckled, really loving our bond already, as I headed back toward the interrogation rooms, and past that were the steel doors that led to the main hallway for the floor, with two stairwells on either end and an elevator bank.

Nick said, “This is going to sound selfish, but what happens if you get killed?”

I said, “You’ll be stuck in there for about a week, maybe two, then the spells will spit you out back into the real world as my mound collapses.”

There was bottled water and rations in there, food bars and stuff like that, so it wasn’t like they’d starve. I pulled my sword from my mound to my hand, and then let out my fire as the ward on the main door opened it for me, and I raced out.

The two shifters on guard didn’t even have time to cry out, as I took the head of one, and cut the other one in half, kicking the torso and sending it flying away so it couldn’t heal back together.

It was a bit gruesome, but shifter healing was a bitch, cutting into pieces really was the fastest way to kill them.

I put the sword away, hopefully those would be the only deaths. If I had to fight my way out my chances would go down considerably. Instead, I threw a glamour of the cute redhead shifter around me, and then called for the elevator. If I broke the ward on the stairs it would alert the whole building, and I didn’t have the hour or so it would take to subvert it. Something else would go wrong if I waited that long.

I also couldn’t turn invisible, the main wards on the building would prevent it, the council seemed rather paranoid about people sneaking around in their building. But it let me look, smell, and feel like the female shifter I’d beheaded.

The doors dinged, and I used my body to block the powerful witch’s view of the blood splatter and dead bodies as I got on the elevator and nodded politely as I turned around. The ground floor was already lit, so I tried to relax my shoulders.

“Carrie, aren’t you still on duty for another twenty minutes?”

Yeah, another flaw in the plan. My fae magic could perfectly imitate the tone and sounds of any voice. The failure though is I hadn’t heard Carrie’s voice. So I had no idea what she sounded like.

I turned and dropped a silence glamour over the elevator as my hands exploded in hellfire. Once again I burned through a witch’s wards and pulled it back, then I just gave her a hard-right cross that knocked her ass down and out. My plan was going far from smoothly.

And it was about to get a whole lot worse.

The door dinged, and a Nephilim stood there with two very powerful witches. I was only about five times as strong as they were which probably made them the strongest witches in the city. No doubt all three of them were council members. Their eyes narrowed, as they slid from me, to the unconscious witch on the floor.

I lunged forward and my body exploded in hellfire as it licked over me. I’d done so in the hopes of killing the Nephilim, who had a similar fire inside them, but it was a glowing white and called holy fire. Honestly, it was pretty similar. Point being, just like I was vulnerable to a simple bullet or sword stroke when not covered and armored in hellfire, so was a Nephilim.

All his power would amount to shit, if he wasn’t using it when I struck.

But he was old, paranoid, and faster than I’d hoped. His body exploded into a bright white light a split second before I hit him and we both went tumbling to the ground.

I rolled to my feet and drew my sword, as he spun to his feet while drawing his, and white flames licked along it.

He said, “How convenient, we were just coming to witness your death, demoness. Now I get to kill you myself.”

I said seductively, “How nice for you.”

Then… I turned around and ran for my life. Fuck that, I wasn’t fighting him if I didn’t have to. I was as fast as a fae, as well as graceful, and I had taken well to my sword and martial arts training, but he was a master swordsman and from what I could tell by his apparent age of thirty, he was probably hundreds of years old.

Witches and shifters aged at a one to three ratio compared to humans, at least once they’d hit eighteen and began their adulthood. For Nephilim, fae, and half demons it was closer to twenty to one. Which would put him around two hundred and sixty, at the appearance of being thirty.

Point being, he had a whole lot more experience in fighting, and my slight speed edge wasn’t going to make that up. At least, not enough to be certain of the outcome.

I felt his surge of power and fast movement, and I dove to the side as a blur with fiery white wings past me. I could do the same thing, while the power didn’t make his sword arm or mind any faster, his wings could propel him at greater speeds, his body in general. His sword whistled above me and he kept going past me. As I rolled to my feet, he spun around and stood in front of the door.

Well, fuck me, and not in a good way apparently.

I bit my lip sexily, “We could fuck for it?” as I held my sword wrong, and then waved it pathetically. As if I didn’t have a clue what I was doing and was just a helpless whore and slut.

Of course, I was totally a whorish slut, just not a helpless one.

I also looked as terrified as I did gracefully seductive in that moment, which wasn’t hard, because I was frightened. Outside of my stupidity in using all my power, I’d never been in so much danger of death. The other races couldn’t compare to the Nephilim at all, or the half-demons. Not as long as we had power, and we were paying attention and didn’t walk into a deadly surprise, that is.

He snorted and charged me, as wings of fire exploded from my back.

I suddenly regained my true abilities, and my wing lunged forward and around to take his sword hit, while I lunged and my sword rammed into his chest. It was somewhat of a wash though, because his sword strike drained my magic just as much as mine had his. The only way to win a contest like this was to wear down the oppositions magic before mine was.

Worse, I had two powerful witches behind us, and they were chanting a spell together.

He felt me out during that spell, our swords striking each other in lunges, slashes only to be turned away or stopped with parries and blocks. He would no doubt go fully on the attack once he was sure he had my measure, and that I wasn’t still trying to make him underestimate me.

When the witches finished their spell, I shot up to the ceiling with my wings, dragging me into the air. It felt like falling upwards as my body went parallel to the ceiling, and I actually giggled when the witches’ spell flew below me and hit the Nephilim instead.

The Nephilim growled, “Stay out of it, this evil bitch is mine, and you’re not helping!”

The witches flinched back at his anger, and backed away, but I could tell they weren’t happy at being yelled at. After all, they were on the council too.

Good, mission accomplished. Now if I could get past him then I could escape. Unless the other two Nephilim I felt upstairs got curious and came down too. Then I’d just be dead. They could feel me too of course, but thanks to my glamour they were feeling a fae, not a half demon half fae.

He asked, “How did you escape?”

I smirked, “Because you’re too eager to kill everything. You’ve never held anyone long term before me, and there are… shortfalls in your security that a little time and patience with yielded results.” I said with warm seduction in my voice as I lowered to the ground, and I also let my glamour go that made me look like that werewolf.

He nodded, “We’ll fix that.”

I laughed sultrily, “I had no doubt, I left a bright trail to follow, I just hoped you’d be doing it after I escaped.”

I took a step forward as I brandished my sword, and then exploded backwards into our audience. It had grown by quite a bit, including about fifteen shifters and six witches. Shifters and witches went flying in every direction like bowling pins, as I applied several glamour illusions at once. One, I made a shifter look like me, burning flames and wings included, and I made myself look like that shifter. Obviously, if he was paying attention, the Nephilim wouldn’t fall for it, but only if he saw the changes happen. Which he didn’t, because I’d also dropped the illusion of a brick wall in the center of the corridor blocking his view.

I bent over and grabbed two shifters by the arms who were on fire as if I was trying to help them as the Nephilim roared in anger and flowed through the wall. I pulled them away from the shifter I’d turned into me, and I hit the large handicapped button on the pole and pulled them into the main back-door foyer as the door opened for me.

The rest of the shifters and witches seemed to think I had a good plan, get away from the fighting half demon and half angel, and they all went for the foyer too.

A split second later, the Nephilim’s sword went straight through the shifter that looked like me and cut him in half without resistance.

He looked at the crowd of us with narrowed eyes, and I just smiled as I pushed out the outer door. As soon as I’d made it through the main wards, I dropped my demon magic and my fae magic flowed, and made me invisible, silent, and scentless.

Suckers.

I walked away, and I drowned in the surge of love and relief I felt from my lovers. The shifters and Nephilim burst outside of course, but they’d never find me. Fae were extremely good at hiding and being sneaky, and I was much better at it now than I’d been the first time. Three years ago, as a frightened eighteen year old girl.

I wasn’t sure what would happen next. I knew we were going to blow town, set up new identities, and rent a nice hotel room for week.

Where we’d fuck until we passed out, then fuck some more as we made plans for the future. I’d learned my lesson, my clients were important to me, but staying in the risky black-market business had been stupid.

I’d stay hidden, take care of my lovers, and toe the line in the future. Maybe I’d be busted again, but I would also never let myself get so low on magic again.

Who knew, maybe I’d live to a ripe old age of sixteen hundred or so, it could happen.

Who knew, maybe in the future there would be a half demon who wasn’t a succubus, someone like me who wouldn’t die fast like I would if I went to war against the Nephilim to stop the injustice, and topple the dictators of the supernatural world who committed atrocities include the attempted genocide of my race. A war of one would be insane, and just be an empty gesture, it wouldn’t stop the suffering, or topple the tyrants.

Who knew, maybe when that day came, I’d even help, as I could.

But war wasn’t in my nature. I was pleasure, I was ease, I was wanton, passionate, and all about giving pleasure as I took my own. In balance, and integrity.

I am a succubus, and my life is just getting started.