the abduction
The shitty thing about having twin baby siblings was that you take your eye off them for one second and a succubus kidnaps them…yeah, today wasn't Derek's day.
He'd managed to make it most of the afternoon without disaster was a miracle but once dinner came, all hell broke loose.
He'd been in the kitchen, having set everything else on the table for the terrible twosome, when he heard Tori's blood-curdling shriek of terror and darted back out, taken aback at the sight of voluptuously-curved woman standing amidst the glass from what looked like a broken front window.
She'd shaken out her long brown curls and frowned, watching the terror-stricken preteens for a moment before her eyes focused on Derek standing in the doorway. She'd smiled, revealing razor-sharp canines, and snapped her fingers once, both his siblings vanishing with a faint pop.
"What did you do with them?" he'd demanded but she laughed and stepped close enough their noses touched within a second, the intoxicating smell of her flooding his senses and overwhelming him, putting a fog over him, and the last thing he remembered was the sound of her tinkling little laugh that abruptly stopped when she muttered something about him "not being affected like the others."
Which was how he found himself traversing the demon realm with only a dagger made of iron and dipped in a virgin's blood. The cut on his arm ached as he stumbled, the edge of his boot catching on a large tree root he didn't notice.
Despite it being, you know, the demon realm, it was ice-cold, and the fact he'd dressed in layers—an undershirt, a long-sleeve T-shirt, a sweater, and then his dad's old hunting jacket paired with some thick denim jeans and well-worn hiking boots—he felt like he was boiling alive, sweat streaming into his face and burning his eyes.
He looked around, scanning the sparse surroundings—think desert at night meets Antarctic temperatures—and searching for any signs of her. According to the demonology books he'd consulted and the couple of websites, she was likely a succubus, intent on making him her victim (at that, he'd snorted because, really, the only girl remotely interested in his twenty-year-old virgin ass would be a fucking succubus because, yeah, that was his kind of luck) and killing his siblings.
He walked for what felt like an eon but couldn't have really been any more than an hour at most, eventually pulling off his top layers until he was in the T-shirt and undershirt because fuck, all the fabric was making him sweat like a pig.
A high, girly laugh made him freeze, the hairs on the back of his neck standing on end, as the sound bounced around him, coming from all directions and seeming to echo forever.
"You're either very brave or incredibly stupid for a human. I can't decide which though," an amused voice said, and he whipped around, scowling at the brown-haired demon standing there, every bit as voluptuous and arresting as she had been before.
He raised the dagger level at her like a gun and snarled, "Where the hell are my brother and sister?"
She raised her brows with a mocking curve to her pouty, red mouth before she shook her head, taking a step closer. "They're safe…for now." Tapping on her chin with her blood-red nail, she narrowed her eyes at him, the piercing stare cutting through him not unlike a knife, and edged closer. He tightened his grip on the handle, feeling the cold leather creak in his grasp, as he heard the whoosh of blood in his ears.
"You…really aren't affected, are you? By all this?" She ran a red-nailed hand up her side, following the generous slope of her hip, up her ribcage, squeezing a perky, full breast and then gesturing to her face—foxish dark eyes, a tiny button nose, and pouty, dark-red lips. She looked like a seductress from an old movie, all heaving bosom and long lashes and creamy skin without a single flaw.
Derek gritted his teeth. "Why would I be? You're the crazy demon bitch who kidnapped my baby brother and sister," he growled before lifting the knife high and slashing down with all his strength, stunned when the blade was embedded into the black sand beneath his feet instead of deep in the demon's chest.
"I expected better from you," she laughed, and the sound made his chest tighten as he climbed to his feet, clutching the knife still. "A little mortal weapon dipped in what? Virgin blood, I'm assuming since that's all the rage now-a-days, and judging by the smell coming off you, I'm gonna go out on a limb and say it's yours." She smiled, showing off those razor-sharp teeth. She leaned in close, her eyes half-lidded as she stared back at him before a little noise—maybe a gasp—passed her lips and her eyes went wide, surprise flashing across her face.
And then she stepped back and her body began to bubble, her hair shifting, her fingernails falling off.
He couldn't hide his disgust or fascination as her form changed and shifted, legs shortening, arms shortening, her hips narrowing, chest shrinking, until, finally, a different girl was standing in front of him.
She was much, much shorter than the first form, and strawberry-blonde. Instead of striking seductress, she looked more like a girl-next-door, and Derek felt his cheeks burning with embarrassment despite the circumstances. He'd always been a sucker for small girls.
She glanced at him with a raised eyebrow. "I appear as whatever pleases the target most. Right now? I'm myself." Her smile widened into a smirk, her eyes flashing purple. "So that means you like your women small and delicate, petite, someone you can pick up no problem."
"Shut up," he muttered before he could stop himself but it lacked any true bite or venom.
Her smirk faded, a bizarre, excited look crossing her face as she leaned in far too close, so close he could smell her, a mix of eucalyptus and sulfur, and he didn't know what do anymore.
She was very pretty, all big, blue eyes framed by pale eyelashes, natural slightly red eyebrows, a slightly crooked nose, and a small, curved mouth. The satiny bodysuit she wore showed her sun-tanned skin and freckles through large, geometric cutouts, and then he noticed the long, thin spade-tipped tail swirling in the air behind her not unlike a house cat.
"You haven't, right? No one has kissed you either, I bet," she said in a low voice, and it made him shudder from head to toe.
He blinked hard against the fuzzy, overwhelming sensation that was steadily encompassing the entirety of his mind, and opened his mouth to argue but was cut off when her mouth—that sweet, soft, warm mouth—pressed solidly to his and any rage, any embarrassment, any determination evaporated like sugar in water. The noise he made was all breath through his nose and came out a whine, his hands moving of their own accord and reaching up and grasping her shoulder and hip to drag her close.
She whimpered, pressing herself flush against him, her arms twining around his neck as she deepened the kiss, pulling away only to dive back in a different angle, her soft breathing shifting into heavy panting.
"There we go," she purred as she pulled away, their lips disconnecting with a wet smack that made his face burn, and the smirk on her face made his stomach tighten with unease. "So I do affect you, at least in my original body." Her smirk was so smug, it made him see red, and the fog that had fallen over him fell away like a rock in water.
He shoved her away with weak, trembling arms and licked his lips, tasting her on his skin, sweet and so strong it nearly pulled him under again, but he focused and snatched the blade he didn't realize he'd dropped, the bite of the handle grounding him.
Her wide eyes watched him nervously, chewing her top lip as she stepped back, tail swishing from side-to-side behind her slowly.
He shook himself, feeling heat flood in his face and neck and chest in undoubtedly splotchy patches as he hissed, "What the fuck was that about?"
The girl shook her head. "You broke…the Lure. How?" She looked angry now, her brows furrowed heavily over her eyes, her nostrils flaring as her eyes started to change color, going from blue to purple again. Her pupils shifted too, going from blown-out circles to more a more slitted shape as a low growl escaped her lips, still wet from the kiss.
"The Lure?" he repeated quietly and the rush of indignant anger that lanced through him nearly crumpled him. "Where did you take the twins?" he demanded once he found his voice, watching as she licked her lips again, running her tongue over the sharp points of her fangs. An involuntary shudder raced down his back and heat settled low in his stomach. His jeans were on their way steadily to growing too-tight.
"They're safe, just like I said! You're one of the most bullheaded humans I've ever met!" she declared, crossing her arms tightly over her small breasts. He bet he could fit his entire mouth around one if he tried and he bet her nipples—he focused on the sound of her voice. "And I'm probably breaking a million succubi laws by telling a dumb mortal this but the Lure is how demons—specifically sins of the flesh demons such as yours truly—" here she fluttered her long eyelashes playfully "—reel in our prey. It incapacitates them and makes it easier to drain their, ah, energies?"
His cheeks blistered with heat. "You mean you drain them that way?" he blurted without thinking, feeling blood roaring in his ears.
The demon laughed.
The blistering heat spread down his neck and to his ears. He clenched his jaw and gritted his teeth as he watched her with eyes he knew were too narrow. His palm hurt with how tightly he gripped the knife as he tried hard to not fall under that hypnotic lull of her smile that glistened like bleached stones in the darkness around them, the soft perfume of her skin, the enticing, seductive curves displayed by that bodysuit, and the pain in his hand solidified him—pinned him to the ground.
He dug his heels into the black sand as he inhaled sharply. "I just want my siblings back," he said finally. And then, added, "I'll do anything."
"Give me your first-born child!" the demon commanded with a lascivious smile and then shook her head when she saw the look on his face, saw how he was contemplating it in all seriousness. "I'm kidding!" She blew out an exasperated raspberry and closed the distance between them within the blink of an eye. "I think I'll take…hmm…your virtue. Big old V-card. Your cherry." She grinned and licked her lips.
He eyeballed her. "Will you give me back Tori and Simon? Unchanged and unharmed?" he muttered, still in disbelief that he was even thinking of agreeing but this was his baby sister and brother; he'd die if it meant they would live. He'd always been protective of the only family he had and would fight tooth-and-nail if it meant they were safe.
Suddenly feeling very nervous, he swallowed, trying alleviate the dry ache in his throat while he lowered his gaze as she examined him with critical eyes, her mouth no longer curved into a smile but rolled into a thin line, her tail slowly wiggling back-and-forth like a pendulum.
"I think we have a deal," she said after what felt like a life time, "now we seal it."
He stuck his hand out like an idiot and watched as she smiled again, a bright, girlish one that showed all her teeth (little fangs included), and laughed, a carefree noise.
Before he could demand to know what she thought was so funny, she appeared flush against his chest and pressed her soft lips to his jugular, icy-hot pleasure lancing down his spine in a jolt that left his knees weak and his dick rock-hard in his jeans. She snaked her arms around his abdomen, her trail winding around his wrist and knocking the knife out of his now-loose fingers.
Sharp pressure pierced his throat, and his arms shot out on their own accord, wrapping around her tight, binding her to him. The little rumble of pleasure she let out vibrated against his skin, making him groan softly, and she ran a hand up his back, nails scratching along the way, and buried her fingers in the hair that hung at his shoulders.
Unable to help himself, his hips moved, rocking against her belly, his cock pulsing as he ground against her like he was fourteen again and making out with a girl for the first time. It took him a minute to realize what was happening and when he did, he squeezed his eyes shut against the rush of desire that rampaged through him in a manner not unlike fire.
She was drinking from him.
A dizzying amount of pleasure rolled through as his cock pulsed and throbbed, on the cusp of an orgasm. And when she finally pulled away, lips stained red, mischievous eyes gazing up at him, he let out an embarrassingly loud whimper that made color bloom across the high of her cheeks as his orgasm blind-sided him, brought him to his knees with its intensity.
He let out a soft moan, digging his fingertips into the soft sand as his hot cum soaked into his underwear and his jeans, making them sticky and damp and stick to his skin. The orgasm seemed to last forever, stretch on and on, until his vision went white, and he felt himself falling face-first into the ground.
"Shit!"
end of a bargain
Derek knew immediately something was off when he woke up. He was comfortably warm—the first sign of there being something wrong—and he was wearing boxers that were a size too small, pinching his balls. And he could hear a girl's voice, speaking quickly but quietly, urgently.
"…you know I would never bring…"
Another girl's voce, lower, more gravelly, responded sharply but not unkindly. "…come off it, Chloe! He's human, and you…"
Keeping his eyes closed, he remained on his side, listening to the conversation as footsteps drew closer, growing louder with every click. Blood rushed in his ears, nearly drowning out the rising sounds of the two women, his heart pounding erratically in his chest.
A door creaked open, the tap of shoes gunshot-loud in the encompassing silence.
He shifted slightly, as though settling deeper into the pillow and slitted an eye open slightly. Through the fringe of his eyelashes, he saw the strawberry-blonde and a dark-skinned girl at her side, her dark hair pulled back into a curling ponytail. Both were dressed normally; the blonde in a T-shirt dress and leggings, the black girl in a cropped hoodie and baggy jeans.
They looked strikingly human.
The dark-skinned girl turned to the blonde, her expression sour. A snarl came from between her clenched teeth. "A deal with a human, that's fine. But you know I like my solitude." She shuddered.
"I…I didn't know where else to go, Rae," Chloe the blonde admitted almost shyly, running a hand through her hair and mussing it further.
"Just…do what you need to." Rae clapped her on the shoulder before walking close to where Derek lay and leaning far too close to his face. Just as he made to sit up, she took a step back and addressed Chloe.
"Thanks."
The relief in Chloe's voice was palpable as Rae made her way to the door and disappeared without another word, leaving the two of them alone once again, and then Chloe said, her voice full of resignation and a little bit of nerves, "You can quit pretending to be asleep."
He debated on feigning sleep longer but opened his eyes regardless and sat up, feeling the sheets slide down his chest, pool at his hips. When he chanced a glance at her, she was scowling, her bottom lip tucked in with her top teeth, her ears flattened against her skull not unlike a cat.
"I can't believe I brought you here," she muttered, staring at him like it was all his fault. She didn't look like a succubus intent on fucking him to death or whatever; she looked like a girl who'd live next door and bother him and his brother constantly—innocent almost.
The words came pouring out of his mouth before she could speak again. "Where am I? What're you gonna do to me? Who was that? Are we in hell?" He narrowed his eyes at her as she took in his questions and scrubbed her face, leaving red marks behind.
"First you're in my realm. Second, I'm simply holding up my end of the deal. Third, that was my sister, Rae, who puts up with me far too much. Third, no, this isn't Hell. Just kind of like a sub-section of it in a way." Her tail lazily swung back and forth.
He digested it quietly for a moment. "Now…now what?" he asked even though he knew what would happen. Clothes would come off, she'd crawl on top of him, and he'd be inside of her. Simple. Easy. So why was his heart thundering so loudly in his ears when she started to blush? Why was his T-shirt now wet with sweat as he watched her, wide-eyed, as she approached slowly?
"Now I fulfill my end of the bargain."
She reached him then and half-sank onto the bed, her nervous eyes searching his before she leaned forward and her mouth pressed quick against his. Soft and pliant, her lips were sweeter than he'd expected, wet with some sort of gloss.
He couldn't stop his hands from lifting, weaving into the soft mane of hair, inhaling sharply. His lungs were full of her scent, warm and overwhelming and thick with a spice he couldn't name but he didn't care. A little whimper escaped him against his best effort as he hesitated, feeling her tail curl gently around his wrist, stroking up the length of his arm, brushing his cheek.
"Are you—are you sure?" he asked against the meat of her cheek when they broke apart, his breathing coming heavy and quick between his lips. God, did his head swim with the scent of her, enticing, made his cock rock-hard in his boxers.
"Yes," she murmured, nuzzling her nose behind his ear as her hand reached around his hip and popped the metal button of his jeans. He swallowed a groan as her sharp fingernails scratched along his skin on their way through his happy tail before wrapping gingerly around the shaft of his hard erection. Her hand felt better than anything he could've dreamed up and he growled quietly, unable to stop the noise from bubbling out.
She hummed softly, peppering the side of his jaw with sweet kisses as she stroked him base to tip. His thighs trembled as she squeezed. The muscles in his stomach tightened with every swipe of her hand, pleasure bubbling through. His hands twisted in the bed sheets as she balanced easily on her knees before she leaned down, pulled her hair out of her way, and wrapped her pretty mouth around the fat head of his cock.
His breath escaped him in a low, throaty moan that didn't sound like him whatsoever as she sucked gently, mind-blowing pressure and heat. He was more than a little scared to look down at where her head bobbed awkwardly, so certain he'd cum within seconds of seeing her hair between his thighs.
He bucked his hips, whining softly when the sounds of her slurping became louder and a little wet, choking noise when his cock found the back of her throat. She pulled back unexpectedly, long, thin strands of saliva trailing from his cock and her lips, and nuzzled into his thigh, stroking him with a quick almost painful pace and too-tight grasp.
"Please," he begged when he found his voice, reaching for her, and tugged her upright so she balanced on her knees. His hands crept beneath the hem of her T-shirt dress, pushed it around her hips, and he moaned at the sight of her bare skin, decorated with sun-brown freckles. When he pulled the dress off in its entirety, he froze, not expected to be greeted by her bare breasts.
Small breasts with pebbled, pink nipples he ached to taste, skin bumpy with goosebumps because of the sudden lack of clothing. They sat high on her chest and heaved with her quick breathing, trembled with every exhale, shifted high on every inhale.
"I—can I suck them?" he whispered, forcing his hands to remain on the dip of her waist. He glanced up at her and saw her nostrils flare, a dark red flush dripping down her throat.
"Please."
He leaned forward and cupped her breast, squeezing, feeling the soft skin and the weight and the give of the muscle. Like squeezing—well, he didn't really have anything to compare it to. Maybe a pillow. An incredibly squishy pillow attached to a small blonde in his lap. He shifted his hips, his cock aching and throbbing and wedged against the crotch of her leggings, and her nails scraped through his hair when he pressed his mouth to her nipple.
The noise she made was all air and arousal. He could've listened to it on loop forever, he decided as he opened his mouth and sucked. She groaned, pulling away too soon, and he growled, reaching for her to continue to lick and suck at her nipples. God, she smelled so good. Hot skin and spices. She batted his hands away with a little anxious giggle and hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her leggings, yanking them down with her panties and kicking them aside.
He pulled her into his arms again, laying her beneath him, and stopped, braced above her. He drank her in. The flush of arousal and heat on her face, the spools of long hair spilling around her like some sort of ethereal goddess, the quivering of her small breasts, the tremble of her belly, her splayed thighs, her juicy cunt, slick on her thighs. She was soaking wet, he realized with a whimper.
"Go ahead," she whispered, grabbing his wrist and guiding his fingers to her wet folds. Her cunt was so hot and slippery, his fingers bumping against her clit with enough force that her hips jerked and her back arched.
Her nipples caught his attention again and he ducked his head, wrapped his mouth around the peak of flesh, and relished in the low, guttural growl that escaped her as his middle finger sank into her. Her moan was broken and soft, rocking her hips. Fucking herself on his finger. Mesmerized at how easily she took him, how wet she was and the slick sound of her cunt around his finger every time she pulled off it, and he couldn't help but add another one. The way her pussy lips spread around his fingers as she canted her hips, fucking herself on his hand, made him lose it.
He pulled his fingers out, hearing the slurp as they left their sopping confines, and grasped his hard cock, settling himself between her thighs and slotting the fat head of his dick against her. He paused. "Are you sure?" he asked, meeting her clear blue eyes. Christ, his heart was pounding so loud it almost drowned out what she said.
She nodded as she spoke, leaning up on her elbows to kiss his chin. "Yes. Now fuck me."
He adjusted his hips, found the notch of her hot pussy, and pressed. The heat and clamping made him low moan in the back of his throat as her walls gave way, allowing him to press deep into her, until her pubis mons touched the thatch of his pubic hair. He trembled, trying to regulate his breathing, and began to move.
The rock of the bed was slow and clumsy, his hips shakily moving back and forth. Her walls fluttered around him softly as she sighed, laying back. Her breasts trembled with every thrust until he found his rhythm, his arms quivering slightly as the walls of her pussy fluttered around him, squeezing rhythmically.
"This is nice and all," the demon whispered against his cheek after some time of his trembling rythym, her breath dampening his skin, voice low and sending vibrations into his jaw, "but I think I'll take over."
With lightening speed, she flipped them, her bare breasts pushing against his chest, her ass resting on his tense thighs. She grinned wolfishly down at him, her eyes twinkling as she leaned forward, her hands bracketing either side of his head. And then she moved. Every downward thrust slapped their skin together and he moaned, wrapping his arms tight around her shoulders, feeling the welted slits that shifted under his trembling fingers.
Her pace was brutal and relentless, leaving him boneless and breathless, unable to keep up with every slam and slide of wet cunt. She looked like a goddess, he thought, watching her rise and fall, her breath quick and heavy, sliding one hand to grasp a handful of her ass. The give of it was magnificent and it made him push his hips off the bed, and he felt her body jerk, a shuddering wracking through her.
Her head dropped low as she snarled, moving even faster than before, and he met her thrust for downward stroke. Her cunt squeezed and squeezed, slick dripping and soaking into his pubes, dripping all over his thighs. He couldn't breathe, his head spinning as she moaned low in his ear.
His hips snapped against hers, the slap of flesh on flesh obscenely loud, as he grasped her hips and rolled them, watching in amusement when she yelped. A blush colored her cheeks, her shoulder, her throat and chest, all the way down her belly as her tail stuck straight up not unlike a cat. She scowled up at him and he ground his hips, watching as the pout melted off her face, replaced by a look of pure hunger.
"Please, please, please," she pleaded as she dug her nails into his shoulders, scoring red welts that beaded with blood but only set his boiling blood on fire further when she pulled her claws back and licked them clean. A low rumble vibrated her chest, making her breasts shiver as she leaned up, fastened her mouth to his throat, and sank her fangs into him.
The blinding heat of an orgasm slammed through him, making him moan weakly, as wave upon wave of white-hot pleasure passed over him. His hips were rooted firmly against hers, his balls sandwiched between them as she milked him, her hands buried in his hair.
Finally his vision cleared as his orgasm ebbed but he remained hard. He raised a brow. "Uh…" he croaked, hating how low and raspy his voice was as she giggled, pulling away and wiping her mouth on the inside of her forearm. Her lips were smeared red and the smell of his own blood shouldn't have aroused him further but he felt himself swell inside her, his cock wavering.
Her eyes fluttered in pleasure. "I'm not done with you just yet, Derek," she said in a sing-song voice, her cheeks pink as her big, blue eyes glittered up at him.
He knew he was in for the long haul.