The Succubus, the Demon and the Witch

by T. A. Moorman

  Oh, I know what they say, once you find your true mate you’re supposed to feel complete, a person whose happiness means more to you than your own, yada, yada, yada, and blasé splee.

  Bull. Shit. More like having someone you can’t shake tethered to your soul. Yes, I did feel love for all three of them, but liking them was an entirely different thing. Someone whose happiness meant as much to you as your own, because all their most intense emotions were attached to yours.

  At least that’s what I kept telling myself, something I had to believe, because any other explanation meant there was something inside me I did not like. I know I’m still young, that I’m still in the process of learning myself. And the situation I had been thrown into wasn’t helping matters. Being forced to mate before I even had a chance to really live? I know life wasn’t fair, but this went beyond that. The things I saw in the werewolf’s, my werewolf’s, past? How could I love or even like someone like that? What type of creature did that make me?

  His name turned out to be Jason. Given all the movies the girls and I used to always sneak out and watch, the name suited him just fine, because dude was a fucking sadist. He not only enjoyed watching and putting people in pain, but he got off on it. And no, I don’t mean as in he watched someone get his or her ass beat and then went to a bathroom and jacked off either. I mean he would provoke a fight with a member of the pack and literally bust a nut in his pants while beating the shit out of them. It was the reason he would rarely fight in wolf form. You can hide a stiffy behind a pair of pants, but it’s kind of hard for a wolf to do so without any clothes to disguise it.

  Nothing had happened to him while growing up, this was simply how he was, and it was a well-kept secret from his entire family and the pack. While he wasn’t truly attracted to males, he would have sex with them more so than females, since most of the females weren’t rough enough to withstand him, and those who were wanted to have a female of their own. He knew he wasn’t gentle enough for the delicate females, and they didn’t turn him on anyway. Any type of weakness was a big turn-off for him. He wanted, no, he needed, someone who could take whatever pain he could dish out.

  The men and women he was with sexually knew to keep whatever they did quiet. Jason only delivered the amount of pain their bodies were able to withstand, and it was a damn good thing they were werewolves because it was no small amount. When Jason was with the men, there was nothing gentle about it, just sheer fucking. Don’t get me wrong, he did make sure they got off just as he did, because who would come back otherwise?

  Terms, rules, and conditions were always set and understood each time he took on a new partner. Instead of coming up with a safe word as the humans did for such situations, they were to allow their eyes to shift when it was beginning to be too much, and if he was fucking them from behind, they would allow a hand to shift and stab him in a thigh with their claws. Which was why being tied up was never a part of the play. There was never any romance involved, strictly pain and pleasure, nothing more. And never any virgins. I was the only virgin he had ever been with; these were extenuating circumstances to say the least. And the succubus part of my genetic make-up made that a non-issue anyway.

  But every memory I relived of his, each time he took someone hard and rough right to their limits, raking their backs with his claws, fucking their mouths ferociously until the tip of his shaft was touching the back of their throats, all of it turned me on. And that disturbed the Hel out of me.

  The incubus’ life was completely different from the others. While he did have a father who loved him, his was a life of constant hiding. No one was to ever know what he truly was, for fear of him and his father being cast out, something Raziel’s father had sworn to his mother he would never let happen. His mother had passed before he had a chance to truly know her. Raziel’s father had made a deal with a sorcerer to come up with a concoction that would stave off their hunger, allowing them to live without needing to feed. While that worked for both incubi, it was not enough for the succubus. Her hunger was too great, so she ended up wasting away. It was a price she gladly paid for her son to be able to live without the chains she had lived with for so long.

  Sex demons weren’t summoned like other demons. No, they were used in other ways, pawns of much larger plots. And they had no choice other than to comply, because that was the only way they were allowed above ground to feed. Feeding upon each other was a mere appetizer at best. We learned all that in Demonology class.

  Guess what his parents hadn’t realized was they were doing nothing more than exchanging one cage for another. Raziel grew up feeling isolated, alone. The only companion he truly had was his father. And that was no type of life for a sexual being. He did his best not to let his father know how he felt, did his best to keep the turbulence of emotions hidden inside. But the fact of the matter was he wasn’t truly living and was scared he would end up fading away just like his mom had. To top it all off, he was still a virgin. Well, not any more.

  Which brings us back to him and my werewolf fighting. I now understood what Adorjan had meant when he said they needed to get it out of their system. Both had finally come across someone to fulfill their needs, needs that had never truly been met until now. And neither had ever learned to share. Another piece of evidence against this whole true mate business. They should have no problem sharing when it came to their mate, if that’s what she, well I, needs.

  After Adorjan and I made love, and he helped me to focus in on their pasts as I had done with his, Jason and Raziel were still tearing into each other with as much vigor as before. It didn’t make a bit of sense to me.

  “How can they still be going at each other like that? And why?” I asked Adorjan. We were both still on the bed, watching the two of them. I know he said let them get it out of their systems, but it was getting ridiculous. “And we shouldn’t be focusing on so much sex either. We should be coming up with a way to get out of here, not fighting and fucking.”

  “The only explanation I can come up with is these collars we all woke up with around our necks.” Adorjan began his reply, but it looked as though it was a struggle for him to even talk. No, I don’t mean he was getting emotionally choked up. I mean he was physically struggling. Not only was perspiration building up all over his face and his still shirtless broad chest, but his eyes had also begun to water.

  “Adorjan? What’s going on with you?” I asked, even though the mere thought of what the answer might be frightened me.

  When I reached out to touch his face, he snatched my hand away and immediately let go as if the touch of my skin burned him. He snarled, “Don’t,” at me and then closed his eyes and shook his head.

  Adorjan opened his eyes to mere slits, pinched as though he were in pain as he spoke to me through clenched teeth and fangs. “There’s something with these collars that’s affecting us, and it’s doing more than making us focus on our basic instincts. Think about it, if anyone would be focusing on sex, it would be the incubus, and it would be the wolf and I coming to blows. But the only thing I can think of is seeing how deep I can get my cock inside you.”

  He licked his lips and grabbed his cock that seemed to be growing larger and more erect with each word he spoke, as if to emphasize his point. “Screwing you so hard my name is embedded on your walls should be the furthest thing from my mind considering the fact we’re locked up in something far more than any dungeon or cell. No, this is much more sophisticated, dangerous, and possibly even deadly.”

  I listened to every word he said, I truly did. But as I watched him stroke himself, I became mesmerized. I was becoming consumed by that dizzying heat once again; all rational thought began to leave me. I knew what he said about the collar was true, because the more I tried to think of anything other than sex, the more I could feel the magick within the collar pulsating against my neck. I wanted to tell Adorjan I knew exactly what he meant, that I was feeling it too, but I was beyond words right then. I began crawling towards him, as though I were stalking
prey.

  “Jelissa.” He hissed my name in a plea for me to stop, but I couldn’t.

  I glanced at Jason and Raziel, and it looked as though they spoke a few words to each other, right before they simultaneously punched each other dead in the face, knocking each other out. Maybe they had come to realize the same as we had. Too bad I couldn’t bring myself to give a shit. My only focus was getting that nice, long, throbbing dick down my throat. As stupid as I knew that was, I couldn’t help myself.

  It wasn’t just the heat I was feeling either, but a strange new hunger had begun to take hold of me. I was completely ravenous, and I knew exactly what I needed to satiate myself. The male who was attached to my delectable meal was trying to tell me something, but I was already beyond words, beyond names.

  Once I finally arrived directly in front of my prize, there was a single drop coming out of the top, leaking down the front. I licked my way up from the base all the way up until that salty liquid melted on my tongue. I continued licking all the way around the top of the large, delectable shaft as my hand stroked the bottom of it; every shudder that elicited was a delicious appetizer.

  Finally, as I continued stroking and licking and sucking, that hot, creamy white filling began shooting out from the top and into my long-awaiting mouth. And then I was feasting on every drop, every shudder and moan. I didn’t stop until I had drunk it all in.

  That was when I came back to myself, feeling fuller than I had in my entire life. But when I sat back on my knees and took my thumb to wipe an escaped drop from the corner of my mouth, I looked up at Adorjan and he wasn’t moving, at all. “Adorjan?” I asked in a panicked tone, as I crawled my way up his prone body. I then grabbed his shoulders, shaking him and screaming his name over and over.

  At a loss as to what I should do, I slapped the ever-loving shit out of him, and that rewarded me with a shuddering breath. As I began to think if there was any way I could give him back some of what I had taken from him, I received a zap so strong and intense from the collar I began to scream. And it was much more than that zap; it was draining me. Somehow it was stealing away everything I had taken away from Adorjan. I tried desperately to pull the damned thing off, but it wouldn’t budge. There wasn’t anything I could do but just let it happen.

  As it continued to drain me, I lay down on top of his chest. My last thought before I blacked out was how were we going to even begin to attempt to get out of this mess if we couldn’t even control our own bodies?

  16

  The Circle

  One of Jelissa’s mates was stuck in the surveillance room on the top floor of the abandoned building in which she and her other three mates were being held. Loud, obnoxious laughter came from their captor as she watched the four inmates fumble at trying to figure out what was truly going on, and attempt to stop the inevitable. “So, the morons think they have it all figured out? Hilarious.” The statement left her lips as the wolf and incubus simultaneously knocked each other out.

  “Go whack off somewhere else, you damn brute!” she snapped at the demon sitting at her side when his hand disappeared inside the front of his jeans.

  He looked over at her and replied with a brilliant, “Huh?” before catching himself. Removing his hand and sitting up straighter in the chair, he gave a slightly more intelligent reply as he licked his lips. “Sorry, got caught up in the moment. This shit is like watching a live porno.”

  Through clenched teeth she warned him, “I swear on all that is unholy if you drool, or get any other form of bodily fluid on any of this equipment, I will be using the hair I will detach from your body to clean it up.”

  All the poor demon, Jayden, could do was laugh. The dumb old hag might have him under lock and key, for now, but when he became unchained, she would rue the day her cobwebbed brain thought it would be a brilliant idea to force a rage demon to do her bidding. Oh, yes, her mind had been deviant enough to come up with creating a portable circle; a circle shrunken down to the size of a ring placed on his pinky finger that rendered him a slave to her commands.

  What she failed to realize was the longer she held him there, and the more she forced him to watch those monitors, she fed his rage to the point it was weakening the ring. It wasn’t watching Jelissa with her other three mates that was feeding his rage—no, that part of it turned him on. It was witnessing her being held in captivity.

  Jayden had seen his parents go through it time and again whenever either of them were summoned from down below. It was the reason he never wanted to even have a mate. He never wanted to feel that emotional torment of being connected to someone, especially if that someone was constantly being pulled away and he would be forced to wait there, helpless until their return. Being a mate was most definitely not on his priority list. But the fates didn’t quite give a flying fuck what was and wasn’t on his list.

  And when his father was awaiting his mother’s return? To say Jayden learned early on to stay far away from the male was an understatement. Rage demon, remember? All it took was a, “Where’s Mommy?” and he was thrown all the way across the room into a stalagmite wall. Good thing little demons had thick skin. Another time he ended up duct taped to the wall. He had to give his dad much props for that; considering how hot it was down in their realm the glue from the tape should have melted before even touching the wall, it had to have taken a true gallant effort to make it stick.

  The question that kept eating away at him was how had she managed to find all four of Jelissa’s mates, when others waited decades—some even centuries—before finding theirs? If she was that damn good, the bitch should give up on this harebrained plot of revenge she had cooked up and just open a Mate-Finding service. The realm she hailed from would likely worship the ground she stood on then and help her to usurp the throne. No, there had to be something even more going on, and more beings involved than those he had seen coming and going thus far. Not that he’d been allowed to see too much.

  To top it off, whenever he would try to even think about how to get them out of this situation, his mind would either cloud over or he would completely forget his train of thought. Jayden had even tried digging his claws into his thigh, hoping the pain would help detract from the spell or whatever the Hel it was. But no such luck. The only thing that did was earn him was a little bit of blood loss, and half the time forgetting how he’d even suffered the blood loss.

  The monitors that surveilled Underlayes started beeping behind them, on the opposite side of the large room. Both Jayden and his captor turned around and stood to see what that noise was all about.

  Of the other twenty or so flat-screen plasmas that covered the wall, the four surveilling the Vampire castle began to blink out until they were nothing more than white noise. Before Jayden and his captor had a chance to even blink, those exact four monitors exploded with a loud crash, and that glass came flying at them like a ton of miniature throwing stars.

  By no will of his own, and much to his chagrin, Jayden found himself shielding the bitch from the brunt of it. Grabbing her to him, he ducked them both down, covering her with the long black leather coat he wore. Having her this close to him made him wish with all his might he could snatch her head off her body. Too bad there was never a Djinn around when he needed one; not that anyone could ever trust the bastards.

  When those few seconds that seemed like hours were finally over, Jayden stood and allowed the glass and debris to slide from his coat. Shaking the remaining shards from of his hair, he silently hoped for a piece or three to fly into the bitch’s eye. No luck with that though.

  He did receive a marvelous sensation upon seeing many of the shards had indeed landed in her face. The sight of several sitting there, jutting out, made him feel all tingly inside, especially when the blood began gushing out as she started pulling them out one by one. The only thing that would have made the moment all the more delicious was her quivering in pain as she did so. Alas, that didn’t happen; she remained straight-faced, her expression only changed minutely by irri
tation.

  Their captor’s mouth started to curl up into an evil grin as she looked over at the other set of monitors and saw Jelissa was feeding. “That’s right, little girl. Drink your fill,” she said to the screen, pulling out that remote once again.

  Just as the thought crossed Jayden’s mind that the hag was about to do something to him, Jelissa went stock-still. Then to his utmost horror, the bitch-captor mended. Every cut, scrape, and gash that he had relished seeing upon her face—gone. Somehow that button allowed her to syphon the essence that Jelissa had fed while not even in the same damn room.

  The techno mages were more involved than he had originally thought. And he couldn’t help but wonder if he was able to destroy that damn remote, they might have some type of advantage; even if not the upper hand, at least another point on the scoring board, because he was sure that monitor exploding must have been a point in their direction. The problem? How in Hel’s name was he supposed to get his hands on that remote?

  17

  Demons At Play

  “Let me let you in on a little secret, Kierra. There are no secrets amongst demons, at least not the breed you are. Being born here in Underlayes, you may not know what it is you’ve been scenting. I wasn’t born here. And if we’re going to get some information from the little shit there, I need you to look as intimidating as possible.” Bran was speaking to Kierra in one of the dungeon cells, the same one that Grimm had been tortured in. He wanted to get this done quickly before anyone had the chance to realize they had gone, and together. “Now, as the humans say, man the fuck up before we wake him up, and let’s get this over with.”