Natural Beauty (The Cubi Book 5)

by Meraki P. Lyhne

  Jeff raised a brow. “How hard?”

  “Haven’t met my limits.”

  “Holy…” Jeff studied Alex a beat. “Every hard fucker needs a hungry bottom.” A grin spread on Jeff’s face. “And yeah, I got one.”

  Alex drained his beer and nervousness rose. “Okay.”

  Jeff got up. “Be right back.”

  Chapter Eight

  Alex stared at the door with a stomach full of butterflies. He’d dreamed of feeding an Incubus again, and soon he’d get his dose and have his ass handled right. Yet, he was nervous. Why wouldn’t he be—he’d probably never met the Incubus. And his constant fear of another Elias kept nagging at the fringes of his consciousness.

  He pushed it aside as everything else seemed so familiar that he managed to find some sense of peace in it. His limbs tingled in anticipation, and he could even feel his asshole at the prospect of being stretched and filled, soon.

  Then came the thoughts of whether he was clean for a rumble like that. He’d cleaned out before he left home, just in case, and hadn’t eaten since. But that was five hours ago.

  His eyes cut to the only other door in the room. Maybe it was a bathroom or a restroom, and in that case, it had to have the equipment for a flushing.

  His thoughts were cut short when the door opened, and Jeff came in with the doorman and a Dame. None of them wore sunglasses, and Alex wondered how he could have forgotten how breathtaking their eyes were.

  “Well, well, aren’t I the happy camper for letting you in,” the doorman said, smiling. “I didn’t introduce myself. My name’s Kaydon.” The fairly big man stepped forward and held out his hand.

  Alex shook the hand, wondering if he should repeat his own name in case the doorman had forgotten it. But he decided against it. Instead, he turned his attention on the Succubus, extending his hand. “Dame. I’m Alex.”

  “Hello, Alex,” she said, smiling.

  “Rules say that if you choose to feed a red-eye, you must find someone of sufficient energy to deliver a dose, not the Cubus who wants to feed from you,” Jeff said. “It’s a security thing, mandatory because of the red-eye’s appetite.” Jeff slapped the doorman on the shoulder as if it was all in good fun, but Alex definitely remembered how much of a problem a red-eye could be. Seeing Sire Seldon take a hundred lashes…

  “Hey, I’m well-fed thanks to this place,” Kaydon said, pouting theatrically.

  “You a power-fucker?” Alex asked.

  Kaydon grinned. “I can give it hard. You like it hard?”

  Well, being back with them and seeing their glowing eyes made the memories of Elias rear its ugly head.

  “I don’t like being hit.”

  “Alex, that won’t happen,” Jeff said sternly while Kaydon gaped. Apparently, Alex hadn’t managed to hide his feelings when saying that. It was a normal thing to say when asking for rough sex.

  Jeff sighed and looked at Kaydon. “Elias of House Three was punished for overstepping.”

  “When coming to this Kingdom, I remember someone saying something about Nol-Beaudon taking it as a personal insult.”

  “It was—” Alex almost fucked up by saying Daniel. “Nol-Beaudon’s first official act as Prince. To secure me.”

  “Really?” Kaydon asked.

  Alex smiled and bit his lip.

  “Oh, Alex met the Prince. And he ain’t saying shit, even to an old friend.” Jeff sent him a mock-insulted stare.

  “Oh, wow.” Kayden took a step closer. Then one more, and Alex felt like the big man tried to calm a spooked horse. He finally reached to caress Alex’s cheek. “I promise you’re safe with me. My eyes didn’t change this decade.” Kaydon then lifted Alex’s still cast arm. “Elias did this?” Alex nodded. “If you need me to be careful with you because of this, tell me now, okay?”

  “It’s my ass you’ll be handling,” Alex said, grinning.

  “Oh, I’ll handle it well.”

  Alex glanced at Jeff who winked. Maybe he’d told Kaydon it had been a while for Alex. If he had, Alex was thankful, and it gave him some peace of mind. Enough to cover the big man’s hand with his own and look up at him. He was still gorgeous, and Alex’s body tingled from anticipation. “I’ll feed you if you want.” It came out barely a whisper, but with no quiver of insecurity.

  “You have to ask her for a dose, Alex.” If the darkening crimson hadn’t given Kaydon’s hunger away, then the huskiness in his voice did. Alex’s gaze sought out Kaydon’s crotch, and he saw a nice bulge.

  But now he knew why the Dame was there. Alex stepped closer, forcing himself to relax and go back to a mindset where sex was talked about as freely as what the dinner menu would be. He needed to ease into it, though—needed a gentle start. He locked gazes with Kaydon and stepped close enough to feel the body heat radiate from the big man. Alex then put his hand on the Incubus’ thigh and slipped it upward, stopping just short.

  “Don’t stop,” Kaydon whispered, and Alex continued up to cup the bulge. Nice bulge? The guy was huge.

  “Hope you’re more patient than I’ll be under a dose.”

  “I’m patient, don’t worry.” Kayden planted a soft kiss on Alex’ cheekbone. “And I know when pain isn’t fun.” A kiss landed closer to the ear. “We won’t go there.” Kaydon licked Alex’s earlobe, making him shudder. “Never with me.”

  Alex pulled back enough to look up at him. He then turned his head to look at the Dame and Jeff. His old friend looked mighty pleased with himself while the Dame looked like she had other places to be. “My Dame, will you dose me?”

  She smiled genuinely. “Such a polite young man. Of course I will.” She stepped up to them and leaned in, pressing her lips to Alex’s. He gasped under the softness. His surprise at it was probably mostly caused by the huge cock in his left hand and that he’d set his mind on being manhandled and fucked roughly by the big bouncer. And then that incongruous softness.

  The Dame deepened the kiss immediately, and Alex tasted the dose as she released it. Warmth spread in his mouth, raced through his body, and set his ass and balls on fire. He stumbled back, and a moan tore from him. The tingle of anticipation was relieved by an all-consuming need to be touched and craved. All the gentleness she had offered was off his mind—all that mattered was the six-foot-four mountain of muscle and hard dick.

  “Let me feed you,” Alex said, fumbling with Kaydon’s belt.

  Kaydon responded by grabbing Alex’s ass and lifting him up. Alex flung his arms and legs around the big man, wanting more contact. He felt himself be carried a short distance before Kaydon dumped him on a couch and made short work with Alex’s belt and pants, the fabric grating his thighs as Kaydon tugged at the clothing. And he loved the rawness of it. The sheer neediness. He’d missed the desperation of being fucked more than he’d thought.

  “Please fuck me, fill me, I wanna feel that big cock pound me hard.”

  “Oh, you’re gonna feel me. Trust me, Alex, you’re gonna feel me for a while,” Kaydon growled as he undressed them both rapidly.

  Alex’s fingers didn’t cooperate when attempting to help—the dose had long since taken away his abilities to string together any two thoughts that had nothing to do with his ass and Kaydon’s stiff cock in it.

  “Turn over,” Kaydon said. “Show me where you want it.”

  Alex flopped over ungracefully, popped his ass in the air, and pulled at one cheek with the hand not in a cast. “Right there!”

  Kaydon growled in appreciation and ran a finger around the tight muscle. Alex tried to relax but shivered and whimpered from need. He’d forgotten how difficult it was to keep still under a dose when the Incubus wasn’t sucking the energy out of him, and a Dame’s dose was powerful stuff.

  “Fuck, fuck me,” Alex begged and groaned loudly as Kaydon pushed a cold lubed finger inside. Alex shoved back to get more—he needed to feel the sting to know that it was real and not just another dream. He didn’t want to wake up again without feeling his body tired and sore from having been f
ucked through a mattress.

  Another finger filled him, and Alex quivered as he focused on just holding his ass open.

  “You’re very good at staying still,” Kaydon commended.

  “I don’t want to,” Alex whimpered. “I want your cock in my ass. Oh, fuck, being impaled on that huge cock is gonna be so good!”

  “You say the sweetest things.” Kaydon pressed in harder, tearing a hoarse groan from Alex. “Since you’re so good at staying still, let’s try impaling you then, but you stay still.”

  “Yes, yes, please, yes.” Alex shuddered and tried to rein in his need, finding himself drooling on the…wait, he was on a sheet. Someone had thrown a sheet over the couch.

  The smooth head of Kaydon’s cock pressed against Alex’s opening and the last flimsy grasp on reality slipped away with the stinging pain of being penetrated by one of the biggest cocks, Alex had ever had.

  Kaydon worked it in with more patience than Alex possessed, and he was held firmly in place until he felt Kaydon bottom out. The sting was unbelievable, but Alex welcomed it, knowing it would soon turn to pleasure. And it felt real.

  Once a slow pace began, the sting disappeared, and Alex floated away in building pleasure.

  “More, I can take more, please, I want more.”

  Kaydon answered by thrusting his hips harder, and Alex cried out from pleasure, doing his best to buck back to meet the onslaught, but Kaydon still held onto his hips with a vice grip.

  “More!”

  “Fuck,” Kaydon gritted and pulled Alex’s ass back harder.

  And there it was. Thrusts of that strength and the girth of the dick buried inside him made Alex’s brain let go. Whatever else came out of his mouth didn’t register, only the sensation, sounds of pleasure, and hard slaps of skin against skin. And of course, the rapidly building pleasure shooting from the core of his body.

  Alex convulsed in orgasm, but the dose still held its effect. He screamed for more and reached back with one hand to grab one of Kaydon’s muscular ass cheeks to pull him in, harder.

  “Fuck, you are a wild one,” Kaydon grunted with effort.

  Alex felt ridiculously happy.

  Kaydon moaned louder, and his thrusts grew erratic. Alex squeezed the ass cheek harder and bucked backward, pushing off on the armrest to meet the powerful thrusts from behind. The last thrust was hard enough to topple Alex over, and Kaydon finished in short and hard stabs on top of Alex.

  With Kaydon’s orgasm, the last of the dose left Alex’s system, and he panted hard as he came down from the high. Sweat covered and cooled them both, and he liked that Kaydon stayed in him and held him.

  With the evaporation of the last of the dose, the usual self-doubt set in. Alex pushed at it, trying instead to enjoy the result in the Incubus shivering and jerking in the aftermath.

  “You okay?” Kaydon asked, still not unfurling his arms around Alex’s torso.

  “Yeah.” And with the onset of reality, that dick had to go. Alex moved away for the softened phallus to slip from his body and, as promised, he definitely felt it. Stumbling, Alex tried to get out from under Kaydon but ended up falling off the couch.

  “You sure?”

  “Yeah, just…” Alex lowered himself to lie on the carpet on his stomach. “Oh, fuck.”

  Kaydon reached down and stroked Alex’s flank. “Told you you’d feel me for a while.”

  “Haven’t had anything in there since the Great House fell.” Well, that wasn’t entirely true, but he definitely hadn’t had anything the size of that piece of meat inside, and he hadn’t been ramrodded the way he loved while dosed.

  “I got some ointment. I’ll get it.” Kaydon left the couch and collected his clothes.

  Alex rolled onto his side so he could watch the big man. More hairy than Alex would have expected, and the dose had made him not care. Alex snickered to himself. Not his type of man, but his ass loved the big bouncer for what he’d just done to it.

  Then he wondered if he’d ever get past the notion that he wasn’t supposed to enjoy that kind of sex. That thought kind of took the fun out of it. He hated being self-conscious about it. He hated that sex could be wrong in his brain when it wasn’t under the influence of the Cubi aphrodisiac. He felt like he was broken. Had to be him who was broken because the entire Cubi race and many of the breeders just loved sex. How could he hate what made him feel so good?

  He’d contemplated that since his capture when he was twenty-three. Not even after being released did the answer come to him. The two and a half weeks back home with his parents, their church groups, prayers, and talk of sin hadn’t helped him get any clarity, yet he still thought his mind had moved. Far. He just hadn’t found his way through the mess in his head. He’d even been naïve enough to hope it would change if he went back to the Cubi.

  Kaydon knelt next to Alex with a worried frown on his face. “Sure you’re okay?”

  “Yeah, physically. You didn’t hurt me if that’s what you’re afraid of.”

  Kaydon pulled a face. “May I ask…if you’re one of the humans who feel ashamed of it, then why find your way back to us?”

  Alex closed his eyes and sighed heavily because it was the very question he couldn’t answer. Not in its entirety. So he gave the closest answer his sex-dazed mind had at that moment. “I feel valuable with you.” He looked up, finding Kaydon smiling at him.

  Kaydon reached out and caressed his cheek. “You are.” He handed Alex his clothes and put the tube of ointment on the table. Then he went to the bathroom, leaving Alex to gather himself.

  Why did sex have to be so complicated?

  Alex finished up in the bathroom, opting out of using the ointment. He wanted to feel the sting. It grounded him somehow. He joined Kaydon, who waited in the lounge for him.

  Kaydon had suggested they’d grab a beer together in the bar before he had to go stand in the door again, and Alex agreed, happy that it wasn’t just a fuck and go. Even random feedings on the white levels had usually been talking and chatting but still not the camaraderie he’d had with steady feedings like Seldon.

  They made it to the bar, and now that Alex had gotten his dose and his ass plowed raw, he could focus on taking in more of the club he’d said yes to working in. It gave him jitters thinking about the future.

  Jeff and Jaydon were making out in a corner of the bar as Kaydon got the beers from the cooler. He pointed Alex to a couple of seats that were apparently staff seats at the end of the bar because the rest was packed tightly.

  Kaydon joined Alex and placed an open bottle in front of him.

  “What’s that about?” Alex pointed to the married couple, sucking each other’s faces.

  “Humans love it. We’re a fantasy.”

  Just then, Jeff fell to his knees and swallowed Jaydon’s cock to the hilt. Jaydon threw his head back, and Alex could even imagine hearing the cry from pleasure tear from his open mouth. But the music drowned it out. If not the music, then the inciting howls from the many humans watching did. He guessed they were human since they didn’t wear dark glasses. The ones who did just didn’t look quite right as Cubi.

  “With all of you wearing glasses, how do you tell the difference? Also with glasses on, how would I know your levels of energy?”

  “In my case and a few others, you can tell in two ways.” Kaydon pointed to his ears, turning his head so Alex could see an ear-stick with a red stone. “This is how we tell each other apart in general population in the North Kingdom.” He then held up his hand to show a silver ring with a red gem. “This is from the House of Nol-Beaudon.”

  “That’s pretty cool. Won’t the human’s just copy that at some point, too?”

  “Ear sticks, yeah, but the Cubi will still know. We can smell the difference between a Cubi and a human. Some of us can smell your possible pleasure, too. Helps us sense what you want so we can fulfill it and feed optimally.”

  “Never heard about that.”

  “I was born and empowered in another Kingdom. Mayb
e that trait hasn’t been shared here, yet.”

  “What did I smell like?” Alex asked, leaning in.

  “Jesus, that look is making me hungry again. You smell like…like I can’t satisfy you enough to feed fully from you.” Kaydon looked almost impressed.

  “You did pretty good.”

  Kaydon turned on his chair to study Alex with a sly smile spreading. But he didn’t say anything—he just drank from his beer, slowly.

  “What?” Alex asked.

  “Anyone ever tap you completely?”

  “Yeah.”

  “In one dose?” Kaydon continued.

  Alex had to think about that. Yeah, there’d been a few over the years, but not someone he had enough chemistry with to want to have him as a regular. Seldon hadn’t been close, and he’d been a sadist and dosed him again and again because Alex goaded him into it. The thought made him grin goofily at how proud he’d been at being able to push the Sire so much.

  With that came the thought of one who had definitely been able to ride him hard enough in one dose. Marcadon. And Marcadon had done it again the next time he had a chance to feed on Alex. After that, Alex’s hand had been cast.

  No wonder Alex kept dreaming about the big Incubus. He was as nice and companionable as his dad, but he could fuck Alex into the most intense orgasms he’d ever had. Kaydon was a close runner up, or maybe Alex just put more into the memory of Marcadon. Lately, Alex wasn’t sure how his mind remembered.

  “There’s definitely one. I just don’t know what happened to him after the military moved in.” It pained Alex that he didn’t know. That he hadn’t heard from Seldon since, either. But Alex had been set free, and Alex was pretty sure the old Incubus respected that, and even if Seldon wanted him back, he would leave Alex alone out of respect for the choice he’d been given. Alex had come to terms with why Seldon and Daniel had had to leave so suddenly and without much of an explanation—it was the safety of the Prince on the line after all. “I don’t know anything about what happened then or after.”