Incubus Inc.: Book 2

by Randi Darren

  Grinning, Sam raised his eyebrows at that.

  Fidenis was what was on all of Sam’s official documentation.

  “Changed your name already?” Sam asked in a soft voice. He really was trying to not disturb Wren’s sleep.

  “Sammy! Of course, I did,” Irma said on the other end of the line, the tight sounding tone of her initial greeting vanishing in an instant. It was replaced by a very warm and amused sounding voice. “Is there a reason I shouldn’t? Legally you’re my husband, so there’s no reason I shouldn’t take your legal name.”

  Shaking his head, Sam decided it’d be best to change the subject. Otherwise, he would likely be tempted to tease her a bit and that wouldn’t do.

  “Got a message from Jes,” Sam said.

  “Oh! Yes. The Amazon contacted us again. She’d like to meet with you personally and no one else. Jes is ready to swap places with you to work contracts that don’t need a sex binding.

  “Alexis is going to take on Jes’ contracts and bind in her name. Since all of Jes’ are stipulated without sex, that’s rather easy.”

  Sam didn’t feel great about that. Having an Imp make contracts on your behalf was a quick way to have an Imp double-cross you.

  “I know, I know. Don’t worry about that,” Irma soothed. She was apparently already ahead of his concerns. “Alexis is very, very, very bound to Jes. I’ve looked over the contract myself and even had Auntie take a look at it. Alexis is more or less a finger-puppet to Jes.”

  I thought the same of Jenaphila before she imprisoned me, but… whatever.

  Jes is a grown woman, she doesn’t need me lording over her like that.

  “Now, how’s it going over there? You didn’t kill Wren, did you?” Irma asked.

  Glancing to the Cambion in question—a half-demon half-human offspring that was specifically brought into the world to breed armies—he found she was awake.

  Her reddish-brown eyes were fastened to him, watching silently.

  “No, I didn’t kill her. Why would I ever do that? She’s my Cambion,” Sam said. Reaching out, he lightly trailed his fingers along Wren’s cheek toward her ear.

  Turning her face into his hand, Wren nuzzled his palm. Her gaze was stuck on him, though a faint red mist began to color her exhalation. Her eyes were starting to slowly pick-up more color, gradually shifting to a yellow color with every second.

  Sam had come to realize it wasn’t just bloodlust that triggered Wren’s genetically tailored racial needs anymore. A Cambion fought and fornicated with demons.

  That’s all they were made for, and all they did.

  The fact that Wren was almost always full of demon-seed had ramped up her instincts to an unheard of level and it was clearly reinforcing key aspects of her desires.

  “I didn’t say you’d kill her on purpose, you’d kill her by just gnawing at her all day like a dog with a favorite chew toy. And it’s not like she’s ever going to say no to you,” Irma grumbled. “I mean, come on, be honest here. How many times have you slept with her?”

  “I’m not sure anymore,” Sam said, cupping Wren’s face in his hand.

  Smiling up at him, Wren rolled onto her back, away from his hand, and then spread her legs apart. Reaching down she laid her hands to her bare thighs and gave them a light pat.

  She was dirty, bruised, bitten, sweat-marked, stained with seed and dripping from her nethers with it, and he wanted more of her.

  Because he’d been the one to do all of that to her, and yet she still wanted him to do more.

  Working on getting out of his clothes, he watched Wren as she waited for him.

  “Thirty times?” Sam said aloud, really not sure. He’d lost track a long time ago. He was probably undershooting it by at least ten.

  “Oh, my… thirty times in five days? Now I’m sure you’re trying to kill her,” Irma said.

  Sam wasn’t going to correct her, but it’d been thirty times today alone. It’d been a long night.

  “Well, pack it in, and pop a portal. I already told the Amazon we’d meet her tomorrow. Jes will take your place tomorrow morning. Your next scheduled meeting is then.

  “Any summoning till then we can have Alexis or Jes step in for you.”

  “Right, I’ll finish up here and head over,” Sam said, eyeing Wren as she continued to stroke her own thighs. Her breathing was getting deeper and her red-misted breath was actually rather pleasing to see.

  It confirmed his wish to be desired.

  “Great. Oh, and Reixhitz would like to speak with you when you get a chance. See you soon, my love. My Sammy,” Irma said.

  “Got it. See you soon. I love you,” Sam said stepping out of his pants, and then hung up the phone.

  “Come here,” Wren said in a breathy voice. “Take your filthy mutt and ruin what’s yours some more, you demonic bastard.”

  Sam grinned at that and promptly got atop Wren, who welcomed him with open arms and long, very widespread legs.

  Two - Hunger -

  Walking through the portal into the receiving apartment, Sam could instantly feel a difference in the humidity.

  “This does make it almost too easy, doesn’t it?” Wren asked from behind him.

  “I mean, there’s a reason I’m called a planar lord,” Sam said with a laugh. “Planes, and movement through them, are simple. I just need two locations I can get to and from.

  “It’s why you had to fly out there first and summon me.”

  Wren grunted at that and trudged past him. She was dressed in her normal everyday clothes and looked healthy and untouched.

  It’d only taken a speck of Essence that he’d generated with her to put her back to rights. Putting her back into public view looking like she had would have been a bad idea.

  Dressed in a tank top, baggy pants, with a pistol at her hip and an SMG slung around her middle, she looked like she was ready for a firefight. On her back was a rucksack, which he knew contained a battle-rifle and an assortment of other things.

  She might be my chew-toy, but she’s still a hitman and a Cambion. All she knows is fighting.

  In a second Wren was gone, heading off to do whatever she was planning on doing.

  Feeling uncomfortable, Sam couldn’t place his unease until he realized he’d had his wings in for the better part of two weeks.

  “I’ll go for a quick flight later. That’ll stretch ’em out,” Sam said and left the portal room.

  Looking down the hallway, he had to think about which floor he was on.

  They owned the majority of the apartment building and had turned it into an office and barracks.

  His entire feed harem lived here, along with everyone on the Inc-Suc team, and some extended personnel.

  The one stipulation to being in the building was sleeping with Sam.

  He knew a second rule had been leveraged by Jes and approved by Irma as well. That anyone in the building slept with Sam and only Sam.

  Since he never got involved with someone who was in a relationship, he’d never even considered someone would go looking elsewhere once he got a hold of them.

  Considering no one left the building even after that rule had been enacted, his self-pride remained in place.

  The lights along one wall all turned on, then off, except one light. Then they began to turn on in sequence, creating a line of lights leading down the hallway.

  “Cute, Aster,” Sam said, realizing she was clearly messing with the lights to lead him somewhere. “You still mad that I never came and saw you before I left?”

  One of the nearby lights on the opposite wall grew to an intensity that he almost couldn’t look at and then popped. Going dark as the amount of power it received surged past its limit.

  “Uh huh,” Sam said with a chortle. “You’re going to be disappointed then. I was supposed to come home yesterday, but ended up staying late. I had an emergency summon from a new client that was willing to pay a lot to have something happen.

  “I’m literally heading to talk to Ir
ma, and then I’ve got to get going to another meeting.”

  Every single light in the hallway began to grow extremely bright, then abruptly cut off. Aster apparently mastered her temper before she blew an actual fuse.

  All of the lights dimmed quite low, almost to a depressing state.

  “Cheer up, it isn’t that I don’t want to have you, Aster, just really busy,” Sam explained. He felt rather flattered that Aster was that demanding of his attention.

  More so, that she clearly felt sad that he couldn’t visit her.

  The lights slowly returned to normal and did nothing out of the ordinary after that.

  Nodding his head, Sam headed for the elevator and then avoided it, taking the stairs instead. Even though he knew it was safe, he just couldn’t bring himself to take an elevator.

  As demonstrated by Aster’s history, one could be imprisoned and forced to do all sorts of things.

  Planar beings weren’t immune to death.

  Exiting the stairwell, Sam entered the hallway. He didn’t bother to knock when he reached Irma’s door. He just turned the knob and walked right in.

  Because, at this point, it was his apartment, too. If he wasn’t feeding, he was sleeping next to Irma.

  “Sammy?” called a voice from inside as the door opened.

  “Of course,” he replied, shutting the door.

  “Consultation went well? She sounded rather desperate,” Irma said. To Sam, it sounded like she was typing on a keyboard.

  “Very. I picked up ten years, a platinum visitor pass, and a one percent deal on commissions for her,” Sam said. “Given she’s in such a huge sorority… I think I’m going to get real busy, real soon.”

  “Ugh, I always hated those girls,” grumbled Irma. Then she appeared in the hallway and started skipping toward him. Her long red hair was without clips today in a wild, loose style that flew out behind her.

  Irma looked ecstatic to see him, her smile lighting up her lovely blue eyes with their odd green tendrils. She was wearing nothing more than one of his t-shirts and a pair of panties, and he immediately contemplated tossing her right back into the bedroom for a quickie.

  “But I do love the fact they’re selling themselves to my husband so cheaply,” Irma said with a laugh and reached for him, pressing her hands to the sides of his face. “Hello, Sameerixis Fidenis Xilin Fisch Elh Caerwin Aderin Telis. I love you.”

  Like a lightning bolt smashing through him from the top of his head to his toes, he felt her sincerity in that statement.

  There was no longer a question about taking her to the bedroom, it was a guarantee.

  Grabbing Irma around the waist, he started off for their bedroom.

  “Sammy! No, you have to get going. You’re supposed to be there in five minutes and I take longer than that,” Irma said with a squeal, patting his shoulders. “When you get back, okay? I missed you, too.”

  “She can wait, Irma Tiff Fidenis Xilin Fisch Elh Caerwin Aderin Telis, you’re my wife and I need you,” Sam said, looking up at the lovely red-headed Imp.

  “And you have me, and will have me repeatedly, for all time, but you need this. We need this,” Irma said, holding onto him. “Otherwise, Jes will actually be sad and… well… she’s always so pleasant. I don’t want to upset her.”

  Stopping in his tracks, Sam thought about the Succubus who’d somehow turned his world upside down and caused almost all of this to happen.

  Letting out a short huff, Sam understood in that moment exactly how Aster had felt earlier.

  “You’re right. She hasn’t summoned me yet, though,” Sam said. “The Amazon that is.”

  “She won’t be. Hillary is,” Irma said, smiling at him. “She went out ahead to make sure it was safe and clear. She’ll be bringing you in herself.”

  “Oh, great,” Sam said, nodding his head. “Then all I—”

  There was a single sharp knock on the door.

  “Hey, it’s me,” called Aster through the front door. “I’d really like to go with Sam. Really, really want to go. I’m like, really fucking bored and there’s nothing to do. I’m beyond tired of binging TV-shows and I’m actually getting sick of the electrical current here. It’s not bad, it’s just… I’ve eaten so much of it, it almost has no flavor.

  “Can I please go with him, Irma? He’s your boy-toy, so I kind of need your permission and stuff.”

  “Do you care?” Irma asked Sam, catching his eyes with hers. “I don’t care personally. She’s been cooped up here recovering since we brought her back.”

  She just wants to have sex and probably blow someone up.

  Aster is and will always be a very capricious planer-being.

  Sam shook his head, rather than say any of that though. He didn’t actually have a problem with Aster coming with.

  “Sure, I’ll send him out in just a second. Can you wait there, Aster?” Irma called.

  “Oh! He’s already in—okay, yeah. Sure! Cool. Thanks, Irma! Love you fucking bunches. You and your sweet tits,” Aster said. “Three way when you’re ready!”

  Irma shook her head at that, looking rather amused.

  “She’s so odd. She sounds like a vulgar little teenager more often than not,” Irma murmured.

  “Aster always tried to fit in with the current era. Usually the younger generations of the era, but still,” Sam explained.

  “Put me down then and get going. Hillary will pop the portal shortly,” Irma said, then kissed him.

  A minute later, after forcing himself to not ravage Irma right there in the hallway, Sam left their apartment.

  Aster was leaning up against the wall directly across from the door. She was wearing a tight shirt with an exposed midriff and a pair of jean shorts that were just barely long enough to cover her rear end. A small leather purse was held under one arm.

  Her white hair had been cleaned, trimmed, and styled. Her shimmering pupil-less eyes which danced with a whirling electric blue static were far more stable right now than they had been when he first met her.

  Additionally, she’d filled out incredibly well. Her figure was athletic, but the shape and bust she was sporting fit her perfectly. Her muscles were toned, and her skin slightly tanned and blemish free.

  “Hello there, beautiful,” Sam said honestly.

  “Heya,” Aster said giving him a wide grin. “Wanna go right here in the hall? I brought a few D-cells you can cram in me before we start. You get to pick where, since you’ll also pick where your D-cell goes.”

  “Wow,” Sam said. He liked the way she’d said it, but giving her any sort of victory now would just make her worse later. “That was awful. I think Tiffany has hit on me better than that, and she’s a damn Were-Wolverine.”

  “Really? Damn it. I thought it was kinda like… walking the line between kinky and fun? I mean, what other kind of lady can take a couple D-Cells, get plowed, and still give her man some good service, too?” Aster asked, still grinning at him. “Guess I’m just too far out of practice. I did the math by the way. Haven’t gotten laid in something like a thousand and five hundred years. You’re going to have to put out a lot more than four times a day for me to be satiated.”

  That’s odd. She was a captive after I was thrown into my little prison.

  Wasn’t she?

  She vanished before me, though. Where’d she end up during that period I wonder?

  Was it also a prison?

  Sam was about to reply when he felt Hillary’s summoning.

  Reaching out with his left hand, he directed the portal to appear, allowing the spell to connect to him.

  In a few seconds, the portal yawned open and Hillary the Doppelganger stood on the other side in what looked like a hotel bedroom.

  Her hair was a bright white that made Aster’s seem dull, her eyes a pale golden color that reflected light, and her skin was pale as porcelain.

  Her high cheek bones and small mouth gave her face a slightly alien look. She was a bit heftier than Aster in the chest, though more narro
w in the waist.

  “Hey, Sam,” Hillary said, giving him a smile and a wave. Her eyes moved to Aster as the other woman walked up next to him. “Oh. Hey, Ass.”

  “Hey, Hill,” Aster said, stepping straight through the portal. The two women quickly shared a hug.

  Oh, they became friends. How nice.

  That was quick.

  Now if only Tiffany and Stacia could actually be friends.

  Or hell, Decima be friends with anyone.

  “You’re coming along?” Hillary asked.

  “Yeah, I really wanna get laid and if I have to go out on a mission to do it, I’m gonna do it. You in for a three-way?” Aster asked.

  “Oh, uh, no. No, thanks,” Hillary responded with an awkward laugh. “I’m uh… no, thanks though, Ass. I’ll watch though. You okay with that?”

  “Sure, I am,” Aster said, hanging onto Hillary. “Mind taking a few pictures for me if you’re going to watch? I really want to get some pictures of Sam rampaging all over me. Seems like I’m going to be stuck with him for centuries, so I might as well start getting those moments captured now.”

  “Uh… okay,” Hillary murmured, her cheeks coloring faintly. “Though, you’re kinda supposed to take pictures of places you’re going or things like that. Not fucking.”

  “Pfft, whatever. I want pictures of him just blowing loads in me, on me, all over my face. Lots and lots of pictures,” Aster said, then she leaned over and kissed Hillary’s cheek. “Thanks Hill, I appreciate you so much.”

  Hillary nodded, then looked at Sam.

  Having just stepped through the portal and closed it behind himself he was rather amused.

  He knew Hillary was a bit of an explorer when it came to their fun in the bedroom, but she’d always been very closeted about it. She’d told him several times not to talk about anything they did with anyone else.

  The fact that she wanted to watch Aster was new.

  Maybe she’s a cuckqueen? Hm. Fun.

  “She’s in the next room,” Hillary said, pointing to a door on one side of the room. “She’s alone, nervous, and looks like she’s ready to bolt. Go slow.”

  “Got it. Thanks,” Sam said. Waving a hand at the two women, he walked over to the door and opened it.