Incubus Kingpin (Rise of an Incubus Overlord Book 3)

by Jack Porter

  “As long as the money keeps flowing, they tend not to look too closely,” he said. “As far as they are concerned, nothing has changed. I have just employed you as a general consultant, and you’re doing a fine job. They have no true insight into the truth of the matter.”

  The truth of the matter was that the entire south side of the Gambetti criminal enterprise answered to me. I’d kept Dario Gambetti alive solely to be able to use his name, and to trick the Gambetti crime Syndicate into believing they were still in control.

  It was a temporary situation, and one day, if I wanted to grow, then I would have to come out of the shadows. But for the moment, it was an arrangement that suited me well.

  The conversation turned to more personal business, that of the repairs to Megadeath’s mansion and the disposal of more than a hundred corpses, those men Dario had sent to kill me and mine.

  It had taken quite some time, but those corpses were finally all gone, moved from Megadeath’s property one by one to avoid suspicion. By now, they were sharing a container with a couple of tons of lead. The plan was to tip that container over the side of a ship in the middle of the ocean, at the deepest point possible.

  Maybe one day, an explorer in a deep-sea submarine would come across that container. But I doubted it. The chances were impossibly slim.

  During Dario’s update, Sandy poked her head around the side of the door with a question on her face.

  “One moment,” I said, cutting Dario off mid-speech. I put him on mute, and Sandy shot me a grin.

  “Jessica Tanner and Tracey Lankin are here,” she said. “They are Ascenders. I thought they would be a good choice for your brothel initiative.”

  My brothel initiative was my next phase. The number of people infected with Azrael’s demonic seed was starting to grow exponentially. Having a brothel filled with woman who had succubi in their blood was the next logical step.

  “Excellent,” I said. “Send them in.”

  Sandy raised a beautiful eyebrow. “But you’re on a call?”

  “It’s called multitasking,” I replied with a grin.

  Sandy laughed out loud. One of the best things about my new life was that none of the girls in my life was jealous of the others. They all knew the score. They all knew that Azrael growing stronger was of benefit to them as well as to me.

  Without another word, Sandy ushered two attractive young women into the room. Both of them seemed more excited than nervous, and I knew without asking that Sandy had given them all of the information they needed.

  “Jessica, Tracey, this is Simon,” Sandy said, introducing us. “He’s on a call at the moment, but there’s plenty of room under the desk.”

  Jessica and Tracey both started to giggle, and I raised my finger to my lips to quiet them down.

  They did so, nodding in unison, and I turned back to my screen and un-muted it. “Now, where were we?” I asked. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw Jessica shoot a questioning glance at Sandy, who nodded and gestured my way.

  That was enough. The young woman immediately got down on her knees and crawled in under the table, with Tracey not far behind.

  “I have a meeting with one of the Syndicate’s other managers,” Dario said as I felt questing hands on my trousers. I tried not to look down, and kept my eyes on the screen. “I told you I had a date with Jackie already, did I not?” Dario was saying. “Stephanie has a more senior position. All going well, I ought to be able to awaken a succubus within her in the next few days.”

  I didn’t know if it was Jessica or Tracey, but one of them had taken the plunge and unzipped me. She dug around in my trousers and uttered a gasp of surprise at what she found there. But it didn’t deter her from taking me out and immediately running her fingertips over my length.

  “That sounds very good,” I said to Dario, unable to keep the corners of my lips from working into a grin. “All going well, between the two of us, we should be able to extend our influence throughout the entire Syndicate, given enough time.”

  Those fingertips were quickly followed by the soft caress of a tongue, and I moved my legs under the table to allow the girls greater access.

  “Which is perfect,” I continued. “So, what else?”

  Dario kept talking, but I was starting to have trouble focusing on what he was saying. Jessica and Tracey were doing all sorts of interesting things under the table, and I made a mental note to replace it with one made of glass so that I could better see what was going on. Not that it was difficult to guess. Even without looking, tongues and lips had a very different feel to fingers and thumbs, and it was just as easy to figure out when both girls joined in the fun together.

  As the old saying went, two heads were better than one.

  And I had to give points for creativity. At least one of the girls had turned around, still on her hands and knees, before backing up toward me. Perhaps it was her who reached around with her hand, or perhaps it was her friend. Either way, I found myself being rubbed against something warm and wet, and I forgot what I was trying to say to Dario completely.

  “Sorry, what were you saying?” Dario said, completely oblivious to what was going on.

  I closed my eyes for a moment and moved myself closer to the edge of my seat, to give the girls better access. I heard at least one of them giggle as I tried to bring my focus back to the topic at hand.

  “Oh, yes,” I said. “That’s right. I was asking about that file you had on me. The one you gave to Megadeath. The one that had my address and everything in it.”

  “Yes, I know the one,” Dario replied.

  “Where did you get it? How did you come by that information?”

  But if I was expecting Dario to provide anything useful, I was to be disappointed.

  “I don’t know how the information was gathered,” Dario said. “I just know that if I ask my superiors for information, they can usually provide it.” He shrugged. “I don’t really know how.”

  At Dario’s words, the girl beneath the desk pushed herself back toward me with greater intent. I figured that it was the other one providing the guiding hand, and while I hadn’t checked, I pictured her lying on the floor with her friend above her, her head down near my feet.

  It didn’t matter either way. All that mattered was that Jessica or Tracey was warm and wet, and she was trying to take as much of me inside her as she could.

  The giggles under the desk had been replaced by soft moans, and I thought it was probably time for me to wrap up the conversation.

  At the same time, I had to admit, this was a new one for me. I hadn’t even considered the mechanics of what Jessica or Tracey was doing, and was thankful that the table was fairly high, giving her the room she needed.

  She couldn’t back up all the way, not with me still sitting in the seat, but she did her best, then ground against me before slowly moving away once again. I realized that my hands had made their own way beneath the table, and I was clutching Jessica or Tracey’s hips, her skirt nowhere to be seen. I wanted to grip her harder and pull her toward me with all my strength, but at the same time, I was afraid I might break her.

  Instead, I pulled her toward me more gently, and spoke to Dario as if everything was perfectly normal.

  “Well, that all sounds good. Let me know how your meeting with Stephanie goes, and if anything else happens that I should know about. Otherwise, keep doing what you’re doing, and we’ll catch up again in a few days.”

  Dario Gambetti was happy enough to end the call. He’d said everything he had on his list, and in moments, the screen went blank.

  It was what I had been waiting for. With a laugh that was almost a roar, I pushed my chair back and found myself face to face with a very interesting sight.

  It was Jessica who had positioned herself in such a clever way, with Tracey as I’d imagined her underneath. But instead of holding herself up with her hands, Jessica was bent down at an angle.

  It turns out it wasn’t just me she was giving pleasure to. Tracey
had climbed out of her clothes, and Jessica had her face buried between her thighs.

  I had to smile at their creativity. But there was no way I was going to join them under the table.

  “Let’s take this somewhere more comfortable,” I said, and held out a hand to help the girls up.

  6

  I took Jessica and Tracey to one of the bedrooms. My mansion was blessed with more than a dozen of them, all of them substantial, and many with their own bathrooms. This one included a particularly large, comfortable bed, but it wasn’t the master. I already knew that these two women weren’t going to be part of my inner circle. Rachel, Sandy, and Piper were special. Jessica and Tracey might end up being valuable from all sorts of different perspectives, but I couldn’t see either of them claiming a special place in my heart.

  I mean, I barely knew either of them, although Sandy would have a file on each, if I wanted to find out.

  So they didn’t get to enjoy the luxury of the master bedroom.

  I’m not sure either of them noticed. Jessica and Tracey climbed onto the bed with enthusiasm, both of them naked, and I grinned at them as I took off my clothes. As I joined them on the bed, kissing and fondling a combination of soft and firm flesh, I heard Azrael speak in my mind once again.

  “Why don’t you take on your demon form?” he suggested, and I had to admit, I liked the idea. But if I had to hold back my strength in human form to keep from hurting them, I could only imagine what it would be like as the demon.

  Not to mention the effect it would have on the girls. Sure, Sandy had explained everything, but there was a difference.

  Likely, they would go from excited to terrified in an instant. And while that might be good for a laugh, there were bigger goals to achieve, and scaring these two out of their minds wouldn’t help.

  So I denied Azrael once again, and got to work.

  It was an enjoyable way to spend an hour or so of my time, but I couldn’t help but be a little distracted.

  I had broken Piper out of a secure facility hidden in plain sight. The BDA had whisked her away from her hospital bed and had the authority to keep her locked up without any semblance of a trial, and with no opportunity to protest.

  I’d always known of the BDA, always knew it was there. But this was the first time I had crossed paths with them directly. And, given their mandate, it was likely a long way from the last.

  Which made them important, in their own way.

  It made them a potential adversary.

  And if I was to continue my progress up the status charts, then I would need to understand more of what I faced.

  As Jessica clenched her legs around my hips and gasped out in pleasure while I thrust deep inside her, I made a note to seek out Rachel and the others as soon as possible, just to find out what they might know.

  Then it was my turn to gasp and shudder, and I amended my most recent decision. I would seek out Rachel and the others, just as I’d decided, but only after I had taken a shower.

  7

  I found the girls down in the extensive basement areas, with Rachel and Piper sparring on the training floor while Sandy watched. It wasn’t a fair competition. Rachel was taller, and had an advantage in reach, but that was nothing compared to Piper’s natural athleticism and training.

  The assassin, I was pleased to notice, moved freely despite her recent wound, and trailed around the stately goth woman like a panther ready to pounce.

  For her part, Rachel wore a full set of protective padding over her clothes, and watched Piper with fierce concentration. Even so, Piper’s attacks caught her by surprise again and again.

  The assassin’s movements were a blur, and she sent kicks and punches, strikes of all kinds toward Rachel’s face, body, arms, and legs. Nothing was out of bounds, and even though Rachel was slow to react, Piper pulled her punches so she wouldn’t accidentally hurt her.

  I stood next to Sandy and watched for a few minutes, admiring Piper’s fluid and lethal grace as well as Rachel’s determination.

  The dark-haired woman, the first of my girlfriends, was trying really hard, but she simply was not a match for Piper on the practice mat.

  Nor did Piper keep up the attack to the point where Rachel had no choice but to defend. I could see her quite deliberately pausing between strikes to give Rachel the chance to counterattack.

  And, every so often, Rachel took those opportunities.

  She might as well have been fighting a ghost.

  Piper didn’t block any of Rachel’s shots. She didn’t parry, either, or even really duck or dodge out of the way. She was so fast, so in complete control that when Rachel lashed out, Piper simply wasn’t there anymore.

  I thought about those cool behind-the-scenes films where they showed stop motion animators at work. The characters animated moved at regular speed, but the animator’s movements were like a blur.

  Rachel and Piper were like that, and I could sense Rachel’s increasing frustration.

  Finally, the goth woman tried a series of strikes one after the other, just lashing out as best as she could in the hope of connecting with Piper by sheer chance alone.

  Piper allowed a small smile to crease her lips, stepping in and around Rachel’s efforts with a fluid grace that was almost magical. And when Rachel was done, she blinked in surprise to find that Piper had vanished completely.

  Rachel spun in place, ready to take Piper’s head off with a swinging arm, having realized that the assassin had got behind her.

  But Piper simply ducked, waited for Rachel’s arm to pass by, then stood up and tapped the taller woman on the tip of her nose.

  Rachel made a noise of frustration, and Piper laughed. I offered the two of them a round of applause, and then nodded to Piper.

  “Well, you weren’t lying,” I said. “You seem to have recovered nicely.”

  The dangerous assassin nodded. “It twinges a little. I don’t know what Azrael hit me with, but an injury like that–I should have been dead. And even if I had survived, a wound like that should have taken months to heal, if not years. So, yeah. Thanks for that.”

  Then she shot Rachel a look. The taller woman, her normally pale cheeks flushed with effort, and her glasses fogged up, was stripping off the protective padding, dropping each piece on the floor. “But that’s not what this is about,” Piper finished.

  “Oh?” I said, raising an eyebrow.

  “I asked her to train me,” Rachel supplied. She blew a strand of hair away from her face and peeled off another piece of padding. “I want to get out from behind a computer all day. Thought it might be interesting to join you guys in the real world. But that isn’t going to happen, I guess.”

  I looked at her. “Why not?”

  “You saw. I couldn’t touch her. If she had wanted, Piper could have killed me with her pinky, and I never would have seen it coming.”

  I studied the taller woman. “You do realize she’s had a lifetime of training?” I asked. “Not to mention the enhancements Azrael has given her. I’ve dumped a whole bunch of points into her speed, strength, durability, endurance, and coordination. Much more than I’ve given you. Piper could beat an Olympic gymnast in any event you could name, just as I could.”

  Rachel knew better than anyone the truth of my words, but wasn’t yet ready to abandon her frustration. “Even so, I should have been able to do better than I did. It was like I was moving in slow motion, and she was sped up.”

  “Are you serious about wanting to join in on the fun?” I asked her.

  Rachel realized I was taking her request seriously, and calmed herself down. She looked at me. “I think so. Yes,” she said.

  That was all I needed. “Azrael, how many points have we got?

  The points were an arbitrary mechanism, a way of easily defining Azrael’s ability to improve my capabilities and those with whom I had a demonic connection.

  If I’d wanted to, I could have given Dario a whole new physique, made him eight feet tall, as skinny as a bean pole, an
d made his left hand four times as big as his right.

  But I could only use the points once, and while they were coming more easily than ever, they were a long way from infinite.

  Each conquest I made–and those made by my conquest’s in turn–forwarded me a certain number of points.

  “More than enough to match what we have given to Piper,” came the demon’s reply.

  “Do it,” I said, and Piper looked at me with surprise.

  “It is done,” Azrael said, and that was enough. Rachel grinned broadly.

  “I can feel it,” she said. With that, she stepped toward me, held me tight and kissed me on the lips. “Thank you.”

  Then she turned to Piper. “Do you want to go again?” she asked.

  Piper seemed ready, but I’d gone looking for the girls with a purpose.

  “Can you test out your new speed and strength later?” I asked her. “I’ve got something I want to discuss.

  Immediately, all three girls were at full attention. “What is it?” Sandy asked.

  “What do we know about the BDA? Beyond the layout of the building, and what we learned to rescue Piper,” I asked.

  8

  Of the three women, Sandy knew the most about the BDA, and that was because of her interaction with Maggie.

  But there were far more questions than answers.

  The BDA operated like a government organization, but it wasn’t answerable to any particular branch. It worked closely with the police, both in a public, official capacity, and hidden in the shadows. Whenever a normal police investigation turned up something demonic or something divine, the BDA was called in to help.

  They had the knowledge of how to deal with angelic and daemonic items. They had the authority, and they had the resources to help them.

  The Agents were just the operational branch, like any other police force, but with a specified purpose. And they were armed.

  They had access to divine items like Dario’s amulet. And they weren’t afraid to use them.