by Folia Deux
“You have no idea,” he replies.
My eyes meet his. “Then say ‘please.’”
He laughs, then groans as I bring the round, thick head of his cock to my slit, letting him feel how hot, how tempting I am. “I never say ‘please,’” he gasps. “I never have to.”
I sit up, giving him a good view of me as my hands move to my breasts and my clit, stroking myself while I look down at him. I don’t say anything. I simply wait, letting my desire build inside me. I can feel his need. It’s like an aura, flowing from his skin, reaching for me. My lips curl as I slide my fingers along my slit and then paint his lips. His tongue darts out to taste me again, and his eyes clamp shut. His head falls back. “Please,” he sighs.
My victory is incredibly sweet. His knees fall apart and his hands are iron on my hips. I angle forward, and he wastes no time. He thrusts upward, impaling me on that thick, long shaft. My mouth drops open at the fullness, the heat.
“Now, ride me,” he commands.
I don’t make him say please again. It feels too good. I slide up and crash down again. Again and again and again. His tip pushes at the edge of me each time, like he’ll drive right through me if he can. He strokes my clit as I move, like he knows exactly what I want. My head falls back, my hair tickling my back as I bounce and slide, as he snaps his hips up to meet me. My breasts jiggle with each collision. I love the frantic need in each of his movements. He’s stepping closer to the edge. He’s going to play in my fire, and I’m going to burn him to cinders. I feel it coming near, his cock swelling inside of me, stretching me further than I’ve ever gone, but I’m still in control.
Except … I’m not. Just as I feel the heavy slap of his balls against my ass, the intense drive of his hips, just as I realize my own orgasm isn’t far away, just as I believe he’ll give up first, he rolls over, taking me with him in a completely controlled movement.
He pins me to the bed, with my wrists locked beneath his hands. He kisses me hard and jerks his cock into me, imprisoning me beneath his body. “You made a mistake coming after me,” he says, laying his forehead against mine. “It will be the last one you ever make, my beautiful succubus.”
I blink up at him, my mind awhirl with confusion and drenched in lust. “What?”
“Say my name,” he says, “and know who I am.”
“Soren,” I whisper as he draws back and plunges into me again, hitting me in a spot that sends waves of heady pleasure rolling through me, pulling me near the point of no return. And that’s very bad, because as I say his name, I remember. The myths, the whispered stories, the danger …
Soren is an incubus, a mortal enemy of the succubi. He’s the only thing on this earth that can end my existence. And as he thrusts that hot, thick cock into me once more, I realize that’s exactly what he plans to do.
Chapter Two
I am held against fragrant sheets, my lover deep inside me. And he’s going to kill me. He’s already started. My last orgasm weakened me and strengthened him. I didn’t even realize what was happening. But now I’m underneath him, and his every thrust generates devastating friction. If I come first, I’m doomed. He’ll pull everything that’s me right out, and he’ll devour it.
This goes both ways, though. Soren can destroy me. But I can destroy him, too.
It’s all a matter of who can hold out. I look up at him, and though there’s an amused curl to his full lips, his jaw is tight. His stomach muscles are trembling. I lift my head and brush his lips with mine, snaking out my tongue to taste his slightly salty, slightly acidic, completely masculine taste. “Then make it good,” I whisper, “and take what you want.”
My hands find his ass, and I dig my fingernails in. He bucks unsteadily and curses. I kiss along his rigid jaw, sliding my tongue down the delicious skin of his throat, and then clamp my teeth over the junction between his neck and shoulder. His muscles turn diamond hard under my touch. I squeeze my eyes shut and focus on the stained glass lamp across the room, determined to stave off my own climax until I have his. My life depends on it.
But so does his. He gyrates his hips so skillfully, powerful movements that command each bundle of nerves between my legs, rubbing them into tremors of extreme pleasure. I feel it winding too tight to manage, and I force my hips upward, taking the lead from him, pushing him deeper inside me. At the same time, I slide a finger down the crack of his ass and stroke at that tightly puckered hole, all the way to the base of his balls. He roars and plunges hard, cursing, his hands fisting in my hair. “No,” he says, but he can’t stop. His body is mine, and it can’t deny me.
Mine can’t deny his either, though. He rises above me, his face a mask of frustration, his eyes glinting with defiance … and a little fear. My own feelings, reflected in him. He fucks me without mercy, and I meet his every invasion, taking him deep, squeezing him tight, undulating just right. Sweat beads at my temples and across my chest. I can’t hold back much longer. He pounds into me, every slice of his hips undoing me. I grab at his ass, pulling him in, realizing that if I have to die, this is how I want to go. No one has ever felt better than he does. No one can do to me what he can.
I dig my heels into the bed and jerk up just as he slams into me, and both of us cry out. My orgasm barrels through me, and I scream his name, my lover, my executioner. My vision spots black as my pussy clenches, as his cock pulses inside me, filling me with blissful heat. Soren palms my ass and holds me to him, and dimly, I take in his expression, a blend of surrender and pleasure. It only intensifies my own. Everything inside me breaks apart, and I melt, giving in to an overwhelming, irresistible ecstasy that drags me under.
My eyes snap open. How am I still alive? I blink in the light, wondering why I can’t move. I take a breath, amazed that I still can, and realize the heavy weight on top of me is breathing, too. Soren. He came at the exact moment I did. We exchanged energy, but neither of us completely drained the other. And I need to get out of here.
My heart hammers as I squirm beneath his smoothly muscled torso. He tenses, and fear jolts through me, jagged and unfamiliar. His palms brace on either side of my head, and, frantic, I push him away. He rolls lazily to his side, and I nearly fall off the bed in my desperation to get away from him. My pussy is slick with his cum, and I have the sudden urge to taste it, but instead I dive for my clothes.
He chuckles. “You’re stronger than I expected.”
“This is a dangerous game,” I say, panting as I crouch at the foot of his bed. His hair is messy, and I have to suppress the desire to run my hands through it again.
He props himself on one elbow, the muscles of his pecs bulging as he moves. “It’s why I wanted to play it. I knew what you were as soon as I saw you in that club. I couldn’t resist.”
“You didn’t come after me.”
His eyes flash. “I didn’t have to, did I?”
He knows his own draw. So do I, which makes this annoying as fuck. “You seemed like just another victim,” I say dismissively, but the effect is ruined by the tremble in my voice. I knew he was special. I knew he was different. And I was too tempted and trapped to allow any of my instincts to warn me off. He was playing me the whole time. “And you’re lucky you’re alive,” I snap.
He arches one dark eyebrow. “So are you, Mala.” He sits up and gets off the bed. I skitter away from him as he strides toward me, tall and lean and naked and mercilessly sexy. “And you want to play again.”
“You’ve got to be joking,” I say, glancing toward the window, wishing I could float right through it. But I’m too drained, and it’s all his fault. Right now, I’m no more powerful than the average human woman.
“Am I?” He looks me up and down. “Come. At least have a shower before you go.” He approaches me, cautious, like he’s trying to tame a wild animal. One who would claw his heart from his body if she could. Oh, I wish I could. But as he draws near, his scent reaches me. Mixed with my own, it’s pure addiction in one breath.
“Can you smell that?” h
e whispers, his fingers stroking along my shoulders, drawing my nipples tight. “That’s why you’ll stay. You can’t resist it. I can’t either.”
“One of us will kill the other,” I say, but I don’t rear back as he pulls me against his chest.
“I know,” he says with a devastating grin, twining his fingers with mine and leading me to the bathroom. I’m a rabbit in this snare, and it’s a completely new experience. I’m used to being the huntress, and now I’m the hunted. So is he, though. If I can keep my wits about me, I can fuck him, and slay him, and steal his considerable power for my own. Taking an incubus will make me one of the most powerful succubi in existence, able to draw anyone to me with a single thought.
My hips sway as he switches on the hot water in the huge shower, as he guides me inside and follows me into the small chamber, lined with slate and already heated. The water beats down over our faces and shoulders. His touch is relentlessly gentle as he soaps my skin. His gaze is utterly admiring as it skates over the curves of my body. His skin is deliciously warm as I slide my fingers over his abs, down to his cock. It’s incredible how responsive he is, like every blood cell recognizes me. He sighs as I pump him, unhurried, lingering. I cup his balls, stroking as an idea occurs to me. This could be it. My chance.
I sink to my knees. His prick is at full attention, the plump, engorged head, the long, veined shaft. Really, it’s magnificent, the perfect instrument for domination through pleasure. He is beautifully made, this incubus, and I almost regret having to put him down.
He leans back against the slate wall of the shower as steam billows around us. Like the hungry creature I am, I devour him, opening wide and running my tongue firmly over the slit of his cock, seeking the mouth-watering taste of him. His fingers thread into my hair. I glance up and find his eyes on mine. Does he know what I’m doing? Does he care, or is the temptation too great?
I fit my tongue to the underside of his shaft and bob, relaxing my throat to take in as much of him as I can. He spits out a curse and snaps his hips forward, nearly making me gag, but it fills me with triumph. I caress and tease his balls while I work on his cock, the soapy water allowing an easy slide and pump. His grip on my hair is firm, but his fingers are trembling. Does he realize I’m going to kill him? That I’m going to suck his essence right down my throat?
As if in answer, a drop of precum springs up from his depths, landing on my tongue and igniting a fire inside me. It turns me frantic, awakening my own need, turning this from calculated game to desperate seeking. My movements speed, and Soren lets out a strained chuckle. “Nice try, Mala,” he says in a gravelly voice. “But you can’t neglect your own needs, can you?”
He slides down the wall of the shower, out of my grasp, and before I know it, he’s lying on the black slate floor of the massive shower, the hot jets of water pelting his skin. The strength of his hands is immense as he maneuvers me before I can resist, and a moment later I find myself facing his cock again—but he’s beneath me. And his face is between my legs. “Suck me, then, if you think you can win that way,” he says, thrusting his hips so the head slides along my cheek, singeing me with my hunger for him. “But you have to give me a chance to play, too. Fair’s fair.”
His tongue sweeps along my pussy, and the game is on. I take his cock in my mouth, sucking with deliberate pulls. His nose tickles the space between my pussy and my ass, and I twitch with the pleasure of it, my heart thrumming with both nervousness and eagerness. And when his tongue probes my tight back entrance, I cry out and try to squirm away at the intensity of the feeling.
He’s too strong, though, and won’t let me. His long-fingered hands are wrapped over my thighs, and I realize I have no choice but to push him to the end first, before he can get to me. I devour his cock and probe along the center of his tight, hot balls, smoothing along the space behind them and enjoying the buck of his hips. Two can play at this game. Slippery and soaked, I gently explore his asshole, circling it, pressing as he thrusts into my mouth, his movements jerky and eager.
His tongue penetrates my ass as his fingers slide into my pussy, and I flinch as all my muscles pull tight, paralyzed by how incredible it feels. We’re locked together in an endless circle of pleasure, two predators determined to defeat each other with ecstasy. I pump his cock and finger his ass while he tongues mine, the water raining down, stimulating every nerve ending I have. Every molecule in my body is at attention, commanded by Soren, whose arm is now wrapped over my waist like he’s afraid I’ll try to get away, whose cock is so deep in my throat that I’m anchored to his body. He’s penetrating all my holes, filling every space with himself, and I’m doing the same to him. My juices are all over his face. My taste is in his mouth. We’re so fused that I can almost taste myself on his lips. I can feel his sensations, the intense stimulation of my own finger in his ass, my own tongue on his throbbing cock, and it brings me to the absolute brink.
“Oh my God,” he mutters, still working his tongue into me, his surprise trembling through him. Does he feel it, too, this strange melding? Or is that the thrill of victory? Because he’s so close to winning. He’s locked me up. Every part of me is being pleasured. I want him to have all of me.
But I want to survive this, too. I am merciless as I work against him, drawing at his cock, pulling, pumping, milking. He growls between my legs and keeps that vibration going when he realizes what it does to me. The climax roars above me like a tidal wave, threatening and irresistible, and I rub and suck and slide because my life depends on it, but also because I want it, his taste, his whole self. I want it all inside me.
He pushes his fingers deep into me and groans against my ass, and it sends me spiraling just as his cum streams into my mouth, the most addictive taste in the world. I suck it down as my entire body bucks and spasms in his iron grip, writhing as my thoughts shatter, as once again, Soren owns me.
Chapter Three
I come to in his arms, as he gently tucks me into his bed. I’m so weak, but I’m alive. Once more, I’ve survived, but so has he. Still, I don’t resist as he pulls a sheet over our naked bodies and drapes me over his chest with an exhausted sigh. He strokes my hair and whispers my name. “You are such a majestic creature,” he murmurs. “I’ve never, in all my years of existence, encountered anything like you.”
I know exactly what he means. My fingers trace a pattern over his smooth, hard pec and he kisses my forehead. It’s almost loving. It’s almost regretful. “Why are we doing this?” I whisper. “It could never end well.”
Even if I win, it might feel like I’ve lost.
“We are hunters,” he says. “How could we possibly resist? It had to happen sometime.”
His hands are sliding over my curves, along my thighs, my hips, my breasts. His thumb circles my nipple, and I hiss out a breath. “I’ve never been with anyone who was as powerful as I am,” I say. And it’s not good, because I want him. Not only as a conquest. I can’t believe I’m thinking this way.
He tips up my chin. His eyes search mine. Don’t ever be sorry for what you are, his expression seems to say. Or maybe that’s him, whispering into my mind. He brushes his lips over the corner of my mouth and then bows his head and captures my nipple between his teeth. His arms become a cage around me as he sucks, addictive pulls that have me arching back, offering myself up. My body aches with fatigue, but I can’t resist him. He’s so quickly become something I need, not just something I want to defeat and devour and destroy.
“Stop,” I say. “Don’t.”
His hands move to my waist, and the tip of his tongue marks a path along my ribs. “Don’t what? Don’t fuck you like you want? Don’t give you pleasure beyond what you’ve ever experienced?”
The amused, casual tone in his voice sends anger blazing through me, turning my tender feelings to ash. No, I think. Don’t make me kill you.
Because he was right. I am a predator, and I’m not sorry. I am what I was made to be. A lioness among gazelles, a wolf among sheep. A ravening mon
ster among the helpless. A thief of souls, a remorseless killer.
A smile tugs at my lips as his hand slips between my legs. Power surges through me, not much, but enough. His desire is fueling me now, and I can feel it as his hot, heavy cock bobs along my leg. He might be playing this game, trying to finish me off, but he’s caught in it, too. He can’t stop either.
I undulate against him, sensuous and hypnotic, closing my eyes against his impenetrable beauty, thinking only of giving pleasure. It’s in every part of me, this poison, this potion, this drug. I writhe against his cock, caught between us like a hostage. And then I turn over and push my ass against him, spreading my legs so my desire is slick against him. His hand clamps over my hip.
If we’re predators, animals, then we’re going to fuck just like this, and it’s how I will destroy him. I wedge my elbows beneath me and jerk against him, then grin as his cock slides along the crack of my ass, down to my pussy. My hard nipples scrape against the sheets as tremors of desire—mine and his—rumble through me. I know what he’s seeing, my ass and pussy exposed, spread wide and waiting for him. There is nothing more magnetic than that, and no matter how powerful he is, he won’t be able to resist.
I look over my shoulder at him, my bottom lip between my teeth. His gaze is clouded with lust and raw, primal need. He’s stroking the length of his cock, anticipation building. I want to feel it inside me again, stretching me to the point of pain, drawing me tight and commanding me. “Fuck me, Soren,” I say to him. “Show me who you are. Make me want to die.”
His breath rushes from him and his abs tense as I wiggle my ass. He slaps it with his cock, and I moan. “Make me beg you to end me, Soren. Make me your slave.”
