by Kira Barker
Spitting into my hand, I made sure to distribute saliva evenly over the toy before I got serious. One hand on the latex cock, the other on his raised thigh to keep him steady, I pushed the head of the dildo against his sphincter, waiting for him to let me in. He was almost as tight as before we had started—anxiety will do that to you—but as I kept nudging with slow, rocking motions while my hand stroked his leg, I felt his muscles give. Little by little, the artificial cock disappeared into him, until I felt a sudden, brief suction, making the last ridge of the head go in completely. Garrett groaned but didn’t move away from me, giving me a silent okay if there ever was one.
Instead of going for the kill, I let go of my cock for his, running my hand up and down, paying special attention to the sensitive underside, just where glans met shaft. His eyes, screwed shut with apprehension before, opened now, holding my gaze steadily. In turn, I gyrated my hips, maybe an inch then withdrew, barely moving the dildo inside of him, but enough for him to feel the pressure.
“Want me to continue?”
“Please,” he whispered, his voice husky with need.
Like before, I took my time, watching him carefully, reaping the rewards of every inch he took in with moans and the occasional smile. Halfway there, the dildo finally rubbed along his prostate, making his arousal spike, and me almost come from the heavy wham my feeding instinct took from that. One hand still on his cock, the other guiding the dildo, I kept going, enjoying just how much of a kick he clearly got out if it, too.
“You don’t have to be quite that careful,” he remarked a little later, his eyes heavy-lidded with need.
“Like you have a say in that,” I shot back, but dutifully sped up now that it was obvious that he wanted more.
“Maybe if I say ‘pretty please?’ Will you fuck me hard then?”
I wasn’t evil enough to point out that there would be no hard anything today, at least not in this configuration, but was only too happy to oblige his larger than life ego.
That was just the push that he needed, and he came all over my hand and his own hard abs, stream after hot stream gushing out. I never stopped rolling my hips but jerked him off fast, maximizing his pleasure. If not for his position, knees still tucked toward his chest, he would likely have convulsed, but even so, I loved how his muscles flexed taut with his release.
Then it was over and I stopped, but a hand nudging my knee made me look at him again quickly.
“Why do I have to say everything five times with you?” he asked, still a little breathless, but clearly back to playing games with me again.
“What now? Don’t you feel used enough already?”
To hammer the point down, I gave a sharp jerk with my hips and quickly removed the dildo, expecting at least a little discomfort on his side. He winced, but not with pain, judging from the lack of dampening in his aura. Instead of a verbal reprise, he rolled over onto his front and stretched out, keeping a pretty low profile with his body, his ass only slightly raised.
“This should nullify our difference in height,” he pointed out, then crossed his arms and laid his head on them, clearly relaxed.
His offer startled me for a moment, but why I still let him catch me in stride, I didn’t know. Snorting, I got up and walked away from the bed, already working on the straps of the harness.
“Wait, where are you going?”
Now there was more than a hint of desperation in his voice, enough to tug on my heart, and make me so incredibly wet that I was doubly glad for my choice.
“To get this,” I replied, holding up the clear silicone dildo. On one end it was rather traditionally shaped, while the other stood at a right angle, with a more bulbous form that I knew would feel perfect inside of me.
Garrett relaxed visibly, a playful smile on his lips.
“So you are getting fed up with just pleasing me,” he jeered.
I let him have his mirth, and instead of answering, I scooted onto the bed behind him, making sure to remain in his field of vision.
After so much stimulation—physically, by his very talented mouth, mentally, by what I made him feel, viscerally, by the lust I fed on—I was more than ready. No extra lubrication was required to insert my part of the dildo, feeling it stretch me deliciously as it slid in. It was, without a doubt, my favorite toy in the arsenal, not just because of the mutual enjoyment that could be garnered from it, but because, if used correctly, the ridge just after the angle, at the base of the ‘external’ part, rubbed perfectly against my clit.
Getting into position, I straddled Garrett’s legs, unable to resist giving his pert ass a slap. He laughed softly but let it go, only too happy to have me above and behind him, it seemed. A little more saliva, and we were back in business.
I doubted that for him it felt that different—besides the change in positions, of course—but for me, it was like day and night. With one end of the dildo snug inside of me, I could feel perfectly the moment of penetration, and even more so when he pushed back against me. I would have taken it slow, but he had clearly used the time it had taken me to get the toy for his recovery, his need rising quickly now.
Moaning softly, I rolled my hips forward, relishing the sensation until I just couldn’t take it anymore. Then I set a faster pace—still steady and controlled, but with real, rocking motions. He rewarded me with the most wonderful lusty sounds, and I put my hands down on his back to better brace myself.
And then I fucked him, good and deep, making both of us crazy with need.
I knew when he was close, but this time I couldn’t let his orgasm go to waste. Taking hold of the toy’s bend, I pulled it out of me but left the other side wedged deep inside of him. Grabbing his shoulder, I flipped him over onto his back, for a moment drawing on the kind of strength that I usually kept out of these encounters. He yelped, momentarily distracted, but stopped abruptly when my lips crashed onto his, stealing his breath.
Groping blindly, I found his once-again hard cock and slid it into me, crying out at the sensation of being spread almost to the point of discomfort. He was quick to pick up, though, twining a hand in my hair so he could keep my head close, his tongue invading my mouth, while the other went for my ass, pushing me into motion just as he thrust up, making me moan with need. To keep him from getting distracted by possibly lying down on the toy still in his ass, I rolled us onto our sides, thus giving him more freedom of movement.
And then he fucked me, hard and fast and so perfectly that I couldn’t even think of holding out and trying to draw out the moment, losing myself in my climax instead.
I came to my senses about half a minute later, my entire body tingling with satisfaction while my drive to feed was in full motion. I must have flipped us back again because I was hunched over him now, siphoning the gradually dwindling red haze off of him, while he just lay there, spent, his eyes closed.
Everything inside of me screamed to just keep going, maybe even stroke his cock, now flaccid after having joined me in my orgasm, back to hardness so I could continue riding him. I was sure that I could easily get one or two more orgasms out of him, along with what was left of his soul, leaving behind a lifeless, useless shell of a man. It had been a long time since anyone had satisfied me as much as he just had, and it would very likely be years until the next one came along.
I wanted that last bit. I needed it, like a crack addict needed the next fix, so, so very badly.
And that was exactly why I forced myself to break the physical connection between us and crawl backward off the bed, which eventually severed the demonic drive from its food, too.
Shaking all over, still half crazed with lust, I closed my eyes and sank to my knees, wrapping my arms around myself. He probably deserved a little dampener for that ego of his, but not this. And even less, what I really wanted to do to him. What I—
“Viveca?”
His voice was so soft that I almost didn’t hear it over the drone in my ears. It certainly wasn’t loud enough for me to look up. I only did th
at when suddenly, warm hands wrapped around my shoulders and pulled me against a hard, sweaty chest.
I tried to pull away, but it was a feeble attempt, even more so when he nudged me around, and his mouth came so tantalizingly close to mine. I would just have to close the distance between us and could go right back to draining him dry…
But no. I just couldn’t. Couldn’t do that to him, and not to myself. When you’re pretty much immortal, you have a hell of a lot more time to get lost in regret, and that was one road that I wasn’t going to go down again.
A sharp push made his hands fall away, and I was on my feet before he could blink.
Why weren’t Emily’s ever-watchful perverts here to pull me off him already? Wasn’t this the point of the whole setup, to stop me from going too far, even if I liked to joke about that, time and again? There was another reason why I only snacked on the streets, but used the Embassy to feed fully.
“You should go,” I ground out when no one barged in to rescue Garrett, and he made no move to save himself. Fool that he was, he didn’t even seem to realize the danger he was in right now.
“What, no cuddling afterward? Or a cigarette? I’m sure the ventilation system is strong enough to whisk the smell right away, and I doubt that succubi can die of cancer.”
Why that made me laugh I didn’t know, but it wasn’t a happy sound. Looking down at where he still sat, I tried to put authority into my stance, but even that small motion made me want to hurl myself right back at him.
“Go. Now. We’re done.”
Instead of following my command, he regarded me levelly.
“Why do I get the sense that you want to get rid of me all of a sudden?”
“Want? This is not what I want!” I barked. Then snorted when he just kept looking at me like a hurt puppy. “Don’t you get it? I already took as much from you as your body can support. Any more, and you won’t be able to get out of bed for weeks, maybe even months.”
He shrugged and got up, maybe a little slow, likely from residual soreness, but still remarkably fluid in the motion.
“I feel just fine,” he offered.
“You can’t be fine. Not after I fed off of you and almost lost control.” More like did than almost, but there was no sense to pointing that out if he could still move, talk, and think.
“Apparently I am, despite whatever you think,” he said, closing the distance between us again. I tried to pull away, but he was persistent, his lips finding mine. “Ah, you taste so fucking delicious,” he murmured as he let off for a moment, adding a small smile.
“That’s because my saliva—“
“Is what inspired the definition of ambrosia. I get it,” he interrupted me, his smile widening.
“Stop laughing at me! This is serious!”
“Oh, it is. My cock is already getting hard again, and I can smell that you’re still wet and ready for me. We should do something about that.”
Before I could protest, he suddenly had me slung over his shoulder, and was carrying me back to the bed. I landed heavily on the mattress with him atop me, strong thighs left and right of my hips as he knelt over me. His lips kissed my neck, and further down to my breasts, hungrily latching on to my nipples. I arched my back, momentarily lost in the sensation, but then reason reared its ugly head and cut through the rising lust inside of me again.
“Stop! Garrett, I mean it, you have to—”
Deft fingers thrust into me. They were no comparison to his cock, but still felt so fucking good that I lost my train of thought. He kept sucking one nipple, while rolling the other between his fingers, the thumb of the other hand working my pussy, grinding into my clit. I tried to resist, but it was useless. He had me screaming at the top of my lungs within minutes, all protests forgotten.
Sagging back into the sheets, it was hard to hold on to the glimmer of sense deep inside of me that told me that I was a fucking train wreck. But once I caught my breath, I tried to roll away from him. Tried being the operative word, because he only waited until I was on my side so he could sling one arm over my hips and pull me back against his body, spooning me.
“Ah, that’s better,” he murmured into my ear, sounding quite content and satisfied, and by far not as drained as he should have been, considering that my body was busy pulling in the last tendrils of the lust haze from between us. Any moment now, he would fall asleep, or unconscious, more likely, and I could slink off undetected.
Only that moment never came, and eventually his hardening cock found its way between my thighs, rubbing sensually up and down my slit. He was truly insatiable, just as if he was—
And that’s when my thoughts ground to a sudden halt, residual guilt chased away by logic.
“Garrett?”
“Hmm?”
“Why exactly did Brett hand you off to Emily?” I asked the one question that I should have posed from the get-go. It wasn’t usual for Embassy staff to hand over clients to one of their colleagues.
“Because no one but you wanted to have me?” he offered, a little sheepishly.
“But that makes no sense. You know how the Embassy works—like me, you’re the perfect match for the picky, demanding client. Sometimes even the last-minute problem solver for the cases they don’t find anyone else for, or clients who have a very narrow spectrum of what they want, and only we fit the bill perfectly. As the match,” I emphasized. “Not the client.” Why that hadn’t occurred to me before, I didn’t know, but now that little detail was becoming increasingly obvious.
A low rumble started in his chest, more felt against my back than heard.
“A very, very narrow spectrum sometimes,” he agreed, running his tongue along the shell of my ear. A thrust of his hips had his glans rubbing over my clit, making me want to reach down and guide him into me like nothing else. But if I did that, it would be another round before we got to finish this talk, and I needed an answer now.
“Somehow I’m starting to feel like I’m missing part of the information here,” I pointed out.
I would probably have sounded consternated if he hadn’t just reached down and started rubbing my clit, his cock now back at my entrance.
“Hmm, what could that possibly be?” he mused. Then pushed forward, gliding into me with ease. I bowed my back against him, feeling need and desire curl my toes.
Half turning around in his arms, yet careful to keep our lower bodies aligned and him firmly inside of me, I looked at him, finding his eyes hungrily centered on my lips.
“Spit it out!”
That mischievous grin from before was back, and he underlined it with a delicious thrust deep into me.
“Right, there was something. A little tidbit Brett investigated after the first client I was with complained that she felt a little under the weather after our tryst. Wasn’t until his last client downright fled from me in the interview that he could pinpoint what was going on. Turns out, I am actually insatiable, just like you.”
His fingers on my clit increased their speed, driving me wild from that alone.
“What exactly—“
“I’m part incubus,” he replied, smirking. “Not enough for all the benefits to kick in—you know, immortality, not relying on food to sustain me, stuff like that? But on the plus side, I don’t automatically kill every woman I have sex with when I don’t keep a very tight rein on myself. And, as it seems, while you can feed off of me, you can’t more than temporarily drain me. I do feel a little winded now, but give me another ten minutes, and I should be back to fully charged. But that’s ten minutes you won’t last, so let’s time me next round, instead.”
With that, his lips stole my breath away, his tongue rubbing sensually against mine, and I was a little too preoccupied to protest. And really, with no reason to hold back, why should I bother? He certainly didn’t.
And that was that, as they say.
Hours—and more orgasms than I could keep track of, not that I tried—later, I staggered out of the elevator and over to the bar, grabbin
g a tequila on the way to Emily’s office. I was so sated that I didn’t even notice that Martha wasn’t present, but the only one I cared to see was the ever perfectly put-together woman behind the heavy oak desk.
“You knew,” I accused as soon as I fell into one of the soft leather chairs, wincing slightly as the impact jarred my tired muscles.
“I wouldn’t be doing my job if I didn’t,” she pointed out, allowing herself a small smile. One she’d definitely earned, so I didn’t tease her about it. But still.
“And you let me jeer at you earlier this week? Very uncustomary for you.”
She shrugged.
“I didn’t know then, but Brett informed me in the meantime. After that, there really was no reason to put this off. I think you will agree with me here.”
Snorting, I finished my drink, and set the glass down heavily onto her desk.
“Why don’t you tell me? You pervs always watch the tapes a second time just to be sure that you didn’t miss anything.”
“I’m sure we can do without that this time,” she replied, eyeing the glass with disdain.
“Well, call me if you need me, but don’t expect me to pick up on the first ring. I might be a little more preoccupied in the coming—years.”
That made her laugh.
“I will. And glad that I could be of service.”
I left without setting her straight—that just because she had set me up, didn’t change a thing. Because she had set the contract so that I was the fulfilling, not the demanding party, I had a happy smile on my face.
Garrett was waiting for me beside the exit, looking a little disheveled, but remarkably steady for someone who’d blacked out—and recovered, twice—last night.
“Ready to go home?”
“With you? Always.”
Although I wasn’t sure that we’d make it there in one go; there was always the cab ride, and the stairwell in my house had a few interesting nooks and crannies practically begging for exploration. Who knew what the new day would bring?
Sex, of course. Because sex, as we all know, makes the world go round and round.
