Succubus Soul

by Lina Jubilee

  Derek sat up straighter, straddling my legs, and with a quick sleight-of-hand, his cock pressed deeply inside me, sliding in with no resistance as if on a slick slide.

  He thrust in, leaning forward, his hands splayed against my abdomen applying just the right amount of pressure before he was pressed up and up as far as he would go. He took his turn pulling out, pounding in, steady, savoring every minute, his teeth biting his bottom lip as the momentum built and built. I shuddered, feeling like I was on a ride, my arms flailing up above me until both Trey and Rio took hold of one, giving Derek more room to play.

  His hands slid up to cup my breasts, my legs and arms barely able to move beneath the princes’ firm grip and then Derek’s cock throbbed inside me, releasing his load.

  Breathing hard, he slowly slipped out, stopping only to kiss my right breast before sliding out and off me entirely.

  My head was swimming. I didn’t know how much more stamina I had, but I wouldn’t dare stop to question this moment, to think about what troubles awaited us out there. I was here with my men. In the now.

  “Let’s change it up a bit, shall we?” suggested Trey.

  The princes let go of my limbs and between peppering me with kisses, guided me to flip over onto my stomach. I hardly had the energy to protest, even if I’d wanted to. The cool dirt felt like an ice pack on my feverish-hot cheek and I welcomed it, panting, sweltering, sticky, and wet, but not wishing it were any different for the world.

  Behind me, someone took hold of either side of my ass, yanking it upward, another set of hands adjusting my knees until I felt like I was doing nude yoga.

  A smack against my bare ass cheek. I recognized that touch immediately.

  “Trey?” I croaked.

  “It’s me, darling,” he said, his British accent so sexy with those few special words. He smacked my ass again—hard, the stinging slowly melting into a throb of tingling pleasure radiating back to my pussy.

  His cock pressed hard against my exposed vagina, his fingers reaching down to adjust himself and line his thick member perfectly inside me. Sleek and quick, it got all the way up without resistance, my muscles relaxed and ready.

  He inched out again, smacking my ass as he moved.

  I groaned, rubbing my cheek harder into the dirt. He thrust back in. Then out. He smacked my ass with each go, the sound echoing out into the darkness of the cave around us.

  My legs trembled, my knees threatening to slide out from under me, but two sets of hands steadied each thigh. As I looked out, I saw Rio standing beside me, stroking his cock in time with Trey’s relentless, insatiable thrusts.

  Crying out, my head swam as he shivered inside my pussy, releasing until he was spent.

  Breathing deeply, we stayed there a moment more, and then he pulled out, giving my ass cheek one last soothing slap as he stepped back.

  I collapsed to the ground, my mons back flush against the dirt.

  “Sorry, sport, looks like she might be spent,” said Trey to Rio, and Rio stood there, his erection calling out, demanding my pussy.

  Shaking my head, I rolled over. “Rio,” I said quietly, reaching toward him.

  Rio gestured to the other men. My muscles limp, I let them do whatever it was they had planned, draping my back over Trey’s and Zeke’s legs joined together, knee to knee, Derek taking care to cradle my head.

  Rio took hold of each of my thighs and tugged upward. The other men stood slowly, carefully, keeping hold of me all the while.

  I was being held aloft in the air by all four of them, Rio directing my legs around his torso to embrace his back. The last little bit of my strength locked my ankles around him just as his erect cock pushed into my tunnel in one simple movement.

  None of us moved for a moment, a lock of my hair tumbling down between Derek and Trey, my body tingling all over with a sense of weightlessness.

  Then Rio pulled out slightly and pushed back in, the three men holding the rest of me stumbling slightly but quickly shifting my body to push me back against Rio’s thrust.

  We moved faster and faster, Rio’s cock like a magic wand calling forth some life I hadn’t known I had left in me, the friction making me sizzle and seep.

  At last he spurted out inside me and I screamed in ecstasy, the sounds reverberating out against the cavern walls.

  It took some maneuvering, but Rio pulled out, leaving my pussy spent as all four men helped me to my feet. I collapsed back against the nearest broad chest, my hand reaching for the nearest arm to steady me.

  Between the gasps of breaths, there was the slightest shift in the wind, the slightest sound of dirt squelching against footsteps.

  The voice that spoke was icy and familiar. “You are a whore.”

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Derek was the first to move, scrambling to pick up my clothes, which he handed to me before grabbing his own. Prince Trey and Zeke stood naked between me and the edge of the vine cage where Hazel and her cohorts had appeared as I dressed, and I didn’t fail to notice the bemused arch of Hazel’s brow as she watched us, her arms crossed tightly in front of her.

  The workout clothes stuck to me like a second skin, rolling up obnoxiously as I quickly slipped into them. Rio gathered his and the other princes’ clothes and passed them out, but Trey and Zeke simply took them from him, their eyes narrowed on the Veras Academy students out there on the other side of the cage.

  “You are fine specimens,” said Hazel, and Pepper licked her lips suggestively.

  “What the hell are you doing here?” I asked, stepping in front of Trey. “How did you manage this?” I gestured to the vine cage.

  Sheila tittered, an obnoxiously high-pitched laugh. “The heir to Nelia doesn’t even have all her people in line, does she?”

  “Quiet, Sheila,” snapped Hazel.

  She needn’t have bothered. I knew they couldn’t have gotten us here or created a vine cage without Nelian help.

  Which meant that Xerxes still had some followers on his home planet, however few they might have been over two decades ago.

  “You’re working with the fugitive,” I said, gripping the lattice of vines keeping me from smacking the smiles right off those faces. “How? Since when?”

  “I noticed you didn’t bother to ask why.” Hazel threw her head back.

  “I could ask that, too,” I said. “But I’m sure whatever reason you give me would be some complete bullshit. My family’s actions to save the planet led to your family being millionaires instead of billionaires. Or you thought you had a shot with a prince.” The bumps on the vines dug into my skin. “You don’t deserve to be Veras Academy graduates.”

  “Oh, heavens me, whatever will we do without our diplomas from your slutty parents?” mocked Pepper. Everyone laughed, except Hazel, whose eyes narrowed.

  “You think you just get everything handed to you, don’t you?” she said. “The Thornes worked for their money—”

  “Inheriting the position of CEO of a pollutive company. Yes, such hard work,” I snapped. “Thorne Plastics’ employees likely worked five thousand times harder than any of your family, and they got only a tiny fraction of the profits to show for it.”

  Hazel’s face got redder and redder. “What about you? You inherit a kingdom, get a husband handed to you on a platter—and you can’t even bring yourself to share!”

  Someone snorted from behind me—Zeke, it seemed like. “We didn’t come here to find just any spouse.” His deep voice rumbled. “So stop acting like you ever had a chance.”

  “Shut up, hairy,” snapped Hazel. Pepper’s face fell a little. “I wasn’t interested in you.” She tossed her hair over her shoulder.

  Glancing at my own, I saw it was completely green—the guys’ plan to relax me had worked.

  Only I wondered if it would mean anything, this connection to the planet of my ancestors?

  Almost as if on cue, a strange feeling filled my gut. There was tingling to be sure, a brief sense of euphoria, but something else, too. Like
someone was tapping my shoulder without anyone actually touching me.

  I turned. And though it wasn’t actually visible, in a sense, I felt as if I could reach out and touch it. There was this compulsion, this need driving me back into the cage, right toward…

  All four of the men in here with me.

  Whatever I’d felt before, it hadn’t been this.

  It hadn’t been the Nelian sense. Which was real. Which I could feel, even with my half-human parentage.

  My face must have lit up or somehow given it away because my four human men would never know exactly what I felt—but they softened then, all four of them, just looking at me.

  “Hello?” said Jerry in an unkind tone. “We’re still here.”

  I rounded back on these bullies turned complete assholes. “So you’ve hated me since the first day you transferred, what’s new about that? Do you honestly hate me enough to throw your lives away like this?”

  Sheila stiffened. “We’re not in danger.”

  Laughing, I checked off the items on my fingers. “You kidnapped four royal heirs—that’s an international, interplanetary incident. You sided with a fugitive whose idea of saving the planet was basically killing all of humanity on it.”

  “Not Natches,” said Pepper, interrupting me. “At least not the ones willing to fight for him.”

  Glaring at her, I continued. “And you’re putting yourself up against Veras, the Renegades, and the majority of the Nelian population.” I shrugged. “Seems like putting your lives at risk to me.”

  “Hazel, you didn’t—” started Sheila.

  But Hazel shushed her. “We can take them. Xerxes has a plan.”

  “You don’t even like Nelians,” I said. “And now you’re working with one?”

  Hazel gazed at her manicure coolly. “We don’t have to like someone to work with them. We did projects with your lot all the time at school, didn’t we?”

  “Besides, Xerxes promised a new order,” said Sheila, piping up in her squeaky voice. “Where Natches who help him wind up on top—”

  “Shh,” snapped Hazel, cutting her off.

  “How did you even meet up with a fugitive?” asked Rio, stepping closer.

  Jerry answered. “He’s been snooping around the Academy for days. Pretty much since he got out. The other him was a decoy, paid for by the senator. When the Nelians heard what had happened, those loyal to him came to get him.”

  “And you’ve been in on this since the start?” asked Derek.

  Hazel jutted her chin toward him. “Hey, handsome. Does your princess know those lips touched mine first?”

  “Yes,” I said, taking Derek’s hand in solidarity. “Now answer the question.”

  Hazel examined her nails in the low light from the cave entrance. “We didn’t help stage a prison break, idiot. But we have brains. Sheila spotted the Nelians creeping around campus.” She nudged her.

  Sheila rubbed a hand down her arm. “I sometimes send my doppelgänger to class and walk around out of sight of the windows to let off steam.”

  Pepper snorted. “She makes her doppelgänger do all her studying. Dumb as a rock, this one.”

  “Shut up.” Sheila clenched her hands into fists at her sides.

  “Forgot I’m talking to the dumb one,” snapped Pepper. “Feeling lost without your body double to rely on, are you?”

  Without meaning to, perhaps, Pepper had confirmed that standing here, they were without their abilities as well.

  Hazel was a little more alert. Her lip curled. “Quiet, both of you.”

  Jerry spoke up. “Rotten elf asked how Sheila liked Veras Academy. When it was clear she didn’t, she got us and he filled us in. He asked about the king and his children, his weaknesses.”

  So it wasn’t just me making the news that had gotten Xerxes the information he’d sought. He’d had firsthand witnesses.

  They’d already been scoping out an opportunity to try something, had already been talking to the rebel elves when they’d followed me to the amusement park.

  Jerry could restore broken things back to their original condition. What if he could restore a roller coaster’s manufactured cart back to its original pieces, encourage the safety bar to turn back into a chunk of metal not fastened by a bolt?

  “Yeah, it was me at the Jollity Land,” he said, maybe reading how my face had gone pale. “You didn’t even notice me blending in with the crowd getting off the coaster before you when you were boarding. Unfortunately, you moved. I got the wrong seat.”

  “You could have killed them!” I shouted. “You were trying to kill me?”

  “Oh, grow up,” snapped Hazel. “We knew you’d protect your way out of it. Probably.” Her voice went quieter. “Just thought your date could do with a little disaster.”

  Trey stepped forward and put a hand on my back. “I’d say that idea backfired.”

  Hazel’s nose upturned. “Perhaps. But the Nelian rebels got more antsy after that. Insisted we help them nab a hostage that would get Veras to stop breathing down their necks. And I wasn’t about to let that handsome slice-of-fresh-air Sage get kidnapped, even if he never had a clue about the lush right in front of him.” Hazel’s stance grew wide. “Hooking up with that granny instead.”

  “You shut your mouth,” I said. “Lacey is a million times the woman you are.”

  Pepper giggled. “You mean a million times more the pile of stretchy, gooey mud?”

  “I don’t like hitting a lady, but you are asking for it,” said Zeke, his fist trembling at his side.

  Pepper looked cowed for a moment.

  I got us back on track. “So you offered me—or my best friend.”

  “Whatever it took to get you to lower your guard like the complete tosser you are,” said Hazel. “And don’t give me this crap about you being valedictorian. There’s a difference between book smarts and street smarts, and you don’t have the one that really matters.”

  “And I suppose you do?” offered Trey. He sneered. “I’ve seen your type a hundred times at court. Spoiled rich Daddy’s girl thinks she’s something special because she was born into wealth or with a title. I have to capitulate to them all the time at home. Enough. Fuck off, twat.”

  Hazel stumbled a little.

  Since she didn’t have a comeback, I turned to Jerry. “You dressed up as a bodyguard.”

  He shrugged. “They’ve been crawling all over the Academy the past few days. I have a suit and sunglasses. Fairly no-brainer disguise for wandering around the yard.”

  So the how all made sense now. But the why… “What was in it for you?” I asked. “Besides seeing me fall? How could that be worth throwing away your lives like this? I mean, we’re about to graduate. We wouldn’t have to see each other ever again. I didn’t think you were capable of this level of—”

  “We’d see you,” said Hazel stiffly. “Every time I’d turn on the TV, I’d see you, canoodling with your princes, dictating to the Earth’s people. No. Xerxes promised absolute freedom to any Natch who helped him.”

  I’d had about enough of her skewed view of things. “Where’s Rajani?” I said, shaking the vines. “And Alanna?”

  “Your friend is right here.”

  Everyone turned to the sound of the voice, a baritone, thundering timbre behind each of the man’s words.

  From the fading outside light marched in Xerxes, the fugitive, his cropped hair unmistakable, though now he was dressed in green-and-brown leathery Nelian attire. Behind him strode two Nelian women I didn’t recognize, one holding a flaming torch aloft to add more light. And behind them were two Nelian men, each holding one arm of my best friend, her wrists bound with vines in front of her, her mouth covered in a thin vine that wrapped all the way around her head.

  “She’s been quite the interesting conversationalist,” said Xerxes, and I couldn’t help but notice Sheila and Pepper shrink back as he neared. “She had a lot of truth to reveal about you, princess.”

  He reached through the gaps between t
he vines and stroked a finger over my cheek. “You look a bit like your aunt…”

  Revolted, I pulled back, and Zeke’s hand shot out to snatch his finger, bending it before any of us could blink.

  Xerxes’ screech bounced off the cavernous walls.

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Xerxes continued to howl, pulling his hand away and shaking it. “You Earth scum. You’re dead.”

  The guys all gathered closer around me, two on each side, following my lead as I backed up just out of reach of anyone on the other side of those walls.

  “Let her go!” I said. Rajani’s eyes went wide and she shook her head. She didn’t want them to let her go…?

  Xerxes pulled out a dagger from his belt and held it up to Rajani’s throat. “I don’t need her anymore,” he said, his finger swollen but not stopping him from clutching the hilt of the dagger even harder.

  “Wait!” I screamed.

  He sneered.

  “What do you want?” I asked. “Where’s my aunt?”

  “Alanna is outside this cave in much the same shape as your little friend here,” said Xerxes. “I personally incapacitated two of those human scum she called husbands before I nabbed her. She was the one who thought to look for me on Nelia even when those foolish Earthlings of yours were chasing after my double.”

  Sheila whispered something from the other side of the cage and Hazel hushed her. The diminutive natural redhead trembled, like she might collapse at any time, but Hazel stood, braver than she had been in front of the boar.

  In my opinion, she needed to feel a little of that fear again.

  I prayed for my uncles’ safety, but there was nothing I could do from in here. A flicker of the Nelian’s torch danced off the shiny stone of the blade, and I flung my arms out, projecting my bubble of protection, aiming it at the fugitive. The shimmering pink dome put Rajani and the four Nelians I didn’t know on the one side, and the rest of us on the other, the line separating precisely between the tip of the blade and my friend’s neck.