by Eden Redd
“Let me take care of that,” The stranger smiled.
Pulling out a handkerchief, the stranger cleaned off the blood from Aznara’s knuckles.
“Who are you?” Aznara asked with a faraway whisper.
The man looked into her eyes and smiled, “Is a name important?”
Aznara’s body weaved a little, “No,” She said simply.
The stranger put his arm around the succubus’s shoulders. The elevator doors opened and they stepped out. Guiding the demoness, they reached a pair of dark wood doors. The stranger waved his hand and the doors opened. Stepping in, the doors closed behind them.
Aznara looked around the loft-like penthouse. It was similar to Reeko’s penthouse but she could see it contained a loft space with shelves and a large bed. Wall sized windows encircled the entire floor with shades half pulled down. The furniture looked like it came from the farthest reaches of Lurth. Statues of naked woman and men dotted the main living room. Large potted plants gave the room a crisp more natural look. The air carried wondrous scents. The succubus closed her eyes and took in a deep inhale so she could savor the exotic smells.
“Please make yourself comfortable,” The stranger said as he walked over to the large open kitchen. Pulling a bottle of wine from a cabinet, the stranger snapped his fingers and the cork popped off and floated to the island counter. Two wine glasses floated into view and landed on the counter. The stranger poured dark red wine into each glass.
Aznara walked to the large window and stared out. She could see Reeko’s penthouse next to the college campus. The stranger walked over and put a glass of wine in Aznara’s clawed hand. Without waiting, the stranger took a sip of his wine and stood at Aznara’s side, staring out.
“Why are you being so kind?” Aznara asked quietly.
“A man cannot be kind to a demoness in pain?”
“Your words make me feel dizzy.”
The man sighed, “Unfortunately, I have little control over that. My time on Lurth has only made my voice more attractive with each passing year. Please have some wine.”
Aznara lifted the glass and took a deep sip, “I feel I know you.”
The stranger nodded, “That is our blood. It sings when our kind is close together.”
“I never felt it sing like this. My sister……” Aznara trailed off.
“You have grown accustomed to your sister’s blood over time. It happens to our kind. Be that as it may, you will never grow accustomed to mine. Enjoy it.”
Aznara turned to the stranger. Putting her wine down on a small nearby table, she pressed her hands against the stranger’s chest, running her fingers over his defined muscles. His clothes barely hid them as she pressed her fingers to him.
“I have been watching you for some time now,” The man smiled as Aznara ran her hands over him.
“You have? Why?” The succubus whispered, lost to his warmth.
“Why would I not? As king, it is my duty to care for my people.”
Aznara looked up into his eyes, heated dream-like memories rising to the surface, “King? We have no king.”
“You do my little one. You do,” The stranger said with playful amusement.
Three
Shock and awe washed over Aznara’s senses as she stared in disbelief, “King Ezra?”
The blonde man raised a hand and bowed his head, “Please, call me Ezra. No need for titles here.”
Aznara looked up to him, hands still on his rock-hard body, “You are a legend. They told us your stories when we were little. I didn’t think you were real.”
Ezra took another sip of wine before speaking, “For the most part, I am a myth now. I haven’t allowed my true self to be seen in hundreds of years. It is better this way.”
“How can you be here? Why are you here? Why did you show yourself to me? How……” Aznara was politely cut off.
“I’m sure you have many questions. Let us start off slow and perhaps I can explain as we go.”
“As we go?”
Ezra nodded, “If I show my true self right away, you will not be able to control yourself.”
Aznara looked to him with wide eyes, “I don’t understand.”
“You will as we continue,” Ezra reached up and pressed his hand to the side of Aznara’s cheek, “You have the queen’s fiery spirit.”
The succubus pressed her cheek to his hand, soothing scents rising and calming her rapidly beating heart. Tail reaching around, it curled around Ezra’s leg. The blonde man continued to stroke her cheek with loving eyes.
“You and the queen haven’t been seen in hundreds of years,” Aznara said, barely fighting through Ezra’s intoxicating touch to speak.
“It has been closer to two thousand years,” Ezra sighed and continued, “One day we will find each other again and reunite our people.”
“How can you still be alive? How can any of this be possible?” The succubus purred with questions.
“I wish we had more time so I could explain it to you but events are in motion and I could not leave you without assistance.”
Aznara remained silent, lost to her king’s touch.
“Aznara, you have done a great service, fighting for what’s right and just in this world. It does not go unrecognized. Your love for a human man shows that our kind is ready to bridge our people with others. I wish to give you a gift before I move on.”
Aznara thought of Trystan and her heat cooled for a moment, “We love all creatures. I deserve no gift.”
Ezra looked to the succubus with understanding eyes, “There is love and then there is a selfless love. You have shown the power of opening your heart and truly not expecting anything in return. You care without the greedy lust that infects most of our people.”
Aznara lowered her eyes to his chest, “I am greedy. I want his love more than anything. I betrayed my sister for my love for him.”
“Your sister betrayed your bond and she will learn from her mistakes. A war is coming and sides will be chosen. Our kind cannot hope to survive now that greater beings are involved.”
Aznara pressed the side of her head to Ezra’s chest, “Damon Wick and his connection to the Dead Sea God. He wants to wipe out humanity.”
The king held Aznara close to him, breathing in her scent, “The actions of Damon Wick have broken the Harmony Accord. Greater beings are now interfering with natural events. It is why I’m here with you. Accept my small gift to you.”
The succubus pressed down on Ezra’s form, fingers pulling at his clothes, ready to rip them off. His touch and heat were beyond intoxicating. The demoness pulled harder, but his fingers pulled her back making her heart melt with wet desire. Eyes half closed, she pressed her head to his chest once again, breathing faster than normal.
“I will do anything for you my king. I only wish for a chance to taste you as our people have talked about for centuries. I dreamed like most young succubi, wanting you to come into our rooms during the night to make us whole, filling us with your seed like the legends from the first kingdom.”
Ezra held Aznara close, a loving smile on his lips, “Then you shall have it my little one. Be my lover for the night and we shall dream with our bodies entwined.”
The succubus could not contain herself any longer. Claws ripped at her king’s clothing. Ezra whispered a word and his clothing faded from sight. Aznara pulled until his clothing disappeared from her hands. Staring at him, her eyes watered with a wanting hunger, needing to be satisfied. A tail snaked back and forth behind a perfect body. Points appeared on Ezra’s forehead, black horns pushing out and shining in the comfortable light. Eyes glowed with golden irises, ears taking on slight points.
“My Incubus King,” Aznara said in a sultry voice, falling to her knees.
“My little one, please your king and you shall receive your gifts and my seed.”
On her knees, Aznara stared at her king’s throbbing demon member. It pulsed and hung with a downward curve, veins raised along the shaft. The succubus quickly
took off her clothes, eyes never leaving the thick member. Clothes thrown aside, the succubus stayed on her knees, timidly reaching out and touching it. Growing up she knew the legends. She often masturbated to the images she conjured up but they paled in comparison. Sliding fingers along his cock, she let her tongue slip out to lick the tip.
Red nipples pointed as the succubus savored her king’s powerful musk. Aznara’s other hand reached down between her naked thighs, touching her already wet valley. Fingers sliding along her opening, bliss flared from her lips and her touch. Ezra stood letting her play with the tip, eyes amused.
Pressing her lips around the end, Aznara hungrily sucked inch after inch into her tight mouth. Tongue licking and sliding along the thick shaft, she moved her mouth as far as she could. Gently bobbing her head, she moaned as his taste made her eyes roll into her head.
“You have the queen’s mouth as well. How I wish she was here so you could both compare,” Ezra said as his tail coiled from behind, the end stroking Aznara’s cheek.
The taste and power rolling off Ezra’s body was all encompassing. There was no doubt in Aznara’s mind who he was. The longer she tasted him, the deeper the connection. Legends spoke of his power to seduce and she felt his power consume her. She would happily drink his seed until the end of time. To be a concubine for the Incubus King was the greatest honor a succubus could achieve. Mana flared and flowed, sinking into Ezra’s cock, filling it with mysterious royal power.
Aznara whined as she sucked harder, wanting his golden seed in her mouth and down her throat, warming her belly. Wet sounds rose up between them as she tried to tease his seed out. A drop of pre-come touched her tongue. The succubus’s moans turned into muffled screams. One drop sent her over the edge, her own orgasm blinding her with a touch of ecstasy, rubbing her throbbing nub harder, the demoness wanted more and more.
Energy whipped and lashed about into explosions. The succubus pulled from her king’s member and fell onto her back, sliding fingers along her clit, eyes shut and breathing fast. Writhing on the floor, she orgasm again and let out a shrill moan.
Ezra looked down at the writhing Aznara, bent his knees and scooped her up into his arms. Holding her to his chest, he walked to the staircase to the upper loft section of the penthouse. Aznara laid her head against his chest, fingering herself to heated moans. She had never known bliss like that before. It caused her to move uncontrollably, unable to stop herself.
The incubus laid the succubus on the vast bed. Crawling in, clawed hands parted thighs. Ezra stared as Aznara furiously rubbed herself, licking his own lips. Mouth parted, a long forked tongue snaked out. The tongue moved like a tentacle, pushing away Aznara’s wet fingers and sliding along her pink line. Pressing along her folds, his tongue grazed her throbbing clit and she cried out, clutching at the bed sheets.
Tongue slipping back into his mouth, he pressed the side of his head against her inner thigh, “I shall have to give your gift to you slowly.”
Aznara tried to lift her head but the bliss kept her on her back and writhing, “Please my king…..please….I need you….I need all of you.”
“My little one, you beg for your king. How could I deny you? But first I must tame your heart.”
The succubus nodded, hips moving, begging for her king’s tongue to touch her again. Looking down, Ezra let his forked tongue slip out once more. Aznara’s chest heaved upward with harsh moans. She found it difficult to think as he slid his tongue along her pink line. The incubus watched with intense eyes, playing Aznara like a violin during a storm. The succubus’s eyes shot open and liquid squirted from her valley, carrying with it a soulful moan.
The Incubus king continued his teachings as Aznara orgasmed again and again. Body shaking, Aznara whined and moaned as her king pulled his magnificent tongue from her. Ezra let his tongue wipe Aznara’s juices all over his lips and chin, nose inhaling her scent. Without a word, the king sat on the bed and laid back, arm behind his head.
Aznara sat up, breathing heavy and a hard stare in her eyes. The Incubus King smirked at the succubus, eyes telling her everything she needed to know. Crawling between his legs, her mouth quickly latched onto his hard member. Taking inches into her mouth and down her throat, she happily sucked his cock. Raised veins brushed against tight lips. The demoness slid fingers over her abused clit, milking pleasure with every bit of movement.
Ezra’s skin shifted from pale white to a darker shade. Eyes turning into reptile slits, the king watched as the succubus did everything she could to please him. The air glowed with power and the incubus whispered arcane words.
Aznara bobbed her head, eyes closed. The power radiating off her king was nearly blinding. On her knees in the large bed, sucking on her king, even she wasn’t sure how much longer she could go. The demoness prided herself on her stamina but this was an extreme circumstance. She didn’t know if she could accept his gifts now that her entire body was weakening.
“You have strength my little one,” The incubus said as if reading her mind.
Aznara moved her mouth down his shaft. The demon’s cock thickened between her lips. Excitement flared as she teased his tip with her pointed tongue. A single pulse ran along the shaft. Golden come spurted into her waiting mouth. Aznara’s senses went beyond their normal range. The demoness sucked down the first few spurts but more erupted, splashing the back of her throat. Eyes dilating, the demoness drank down her king’s seed. Molten heat slithered down her throat and into her belly, mana and power snaking out in all directions from her warm stomach. Bliss carried her to worlds unknown as she sucked down every drop.
Pulling away, Aznara flopped up and onto her back. Eyes lost, she barely moved as energy changed her perception of the universe. Speaking in strange arcane words, she could not swim back to her body. An abyssal emptiness touched every cell in her body and her spirit fought the chaos of wanting.
Ezra was over her, eyes like a creature on the hunt. Skin turning black, scales appeared in patches over his thick shoulders and neck. Horns grew longer, shifting and curling. His chin jutted out into a point and his forked tongue slipped out to slather along her pointed red nipples.
“You are beautiful,” Aznara whispered with lost eyes.
“You are lost. I shall bring you back,” The demonic Ezra said with a deep voice.
Aznara didn’t question her king as scaly hips moved in between her smooth thighs. The tip of his member touched her opening and like a lightning flash, Aznara was back in her body. Wrapping arms and legs around her king, she looked down at the connection between them and cried out.
The Incubus King pushed at her opening, but it was Aznara who drove her body onto him. Impaling herself, she bit her lip as she pushed her hips onto his throbbing cock. The king slid into her as she slid onto him, they met in the middle. The succubus let out a sigh. Like a key fitting into a lock, the demoness felt the perfect precision of their union. Pushing her sensitive nipples to his chest, she held on as if her entire body would fly apart if they separated. The king moved his hips, sending ripples of pleasure through the demoness. Eyes closing, she buried her face into his neck, unable or unwilling to pull away.
A growl vibrated from Ezra’s throat. Aznara opened her eyes and white touched the edge of her vision. Mouth open, the demoness bit her king on the shoulder. Clawed fingers dug into his back and he pushed deeper into her tight valley. Blood welled to the surface and the demoness drank it down. The mana pouring from the bloody wound was enough to cause her vision to tilt. Aznara felt her whole body cry out for more as drunkenness took hold.
The Incubus King thrust thin hips between Aznara’s thighs. There was no grunt of pain, only loving glances as she drank his potent blood and clawed his back. Aznara’s quivering valley squeezed his member, an orgasm soaking her senses. With a deep thrust, the incubus’s cock swelled.
“My king, I…..I…,” Aznara trailed off to a flood of bliss.
“You will accept me….all of me,” The incubus commanded.
> Aznara’s eyes widened as Ezra’s cock thickened, spreading her inner walls to their limit. A stream of golden come burst from the black demon cock. Aznara held on, eyes filled with fear and uncontrollable lust. Energy bristled and rippled through her body. A deluge of bliss threatened to rip her very soul apart. The succubus could not bring herself to scream, only clutch to her king silently. Mouth clamped on his shoulder, she sucked like a hungry animal for his blood while her valley overflowed with royal come.
Muscles shaking, Aznara let go and fell to the bed mere inches away. The incubus pulled his wet member from between her legs. Aznara made involuntary shudders as she didn’t know where she began and the universe ended. The king took hold of her and turned her onto her stomach, eyes tracing over the roundness of her bottom.
Aznara lay like a broken doll floating in the ocean. She had heard of demon paradise but she didn’t know she could touch it. Staring at Aznara’s lost expression, the Incubus King stayed over her, wet cock between her round cheeks.
“Soon little one, you will have your gifts,” The demonic Ezra moved the head of his cock between her cheeks.
The succubus said nothing as black hands spread her behind. The incubus cock pressed at her tight hole, sliding gently to massage her. Aznara was so relaxed; she opened herself up to him. Despite being open, her king was still large. Pushing at her opening, she let out a deep sigh when he plunged through. Tightening around his cock to the point of strangling, moans spilled from her lips. Veiny inches pushed into her asshole until scaly hips touched her bottom. Come spilled from her valley as Ezra moved his hips to liquid motion.
By now, Aznara’s spirit was in a field of clouds, giggling and laughing. Throbbing pleasure caused her to moan her delight. Vision turning white, her hips moved of their own accord, pressing her ass up as her king sank down into her. Tightening, the incubus hissed his approval and increased the tempo. The sound of scales on skin filled the penthouse. Each thrust strengthened the connection between them.
