DemonicPersuasion

by Kim Knox

  The long tongue licked her pussy, a slow, deep lap that tightened her flesh. Fade bit at the inside of her cheek to deny the escaping mewl. Strong fingers laced through hers. The tongue curled and found her clit, teasing and tasting and darting fast fire through her flesh.

  Fade ached to cry out. The suddenness, the fierceness of arousal gripping her flesh couldn’t be denied. How was she meant to resist this? Another tongue and the sharp prick of teeth chased down her spine to the curve of her ass. It dipped into the cleft and her hips bucked.

  “We will taste every centimeter of your skin. Make you ache for us.”

  Hot mouths found her breasts, licking and sucking, finding a rhythm with the thick tongue that slipped and slid over her wet flesh, so tantalizingly close that she fought to jerk her hips. Clawed hands dug into her pelvis and held her firm.

  “You taunted us. We will not play fair.”

  “What?” Fade jabbed the question at the strange echoing voice in her head. What kind of crazy bioware was this, anyway?

  “We called to you…” A tongue licked across her ass cheek and her pussy throbbed as hard hands parted her. She swallowed, her throat tight, her flesh alive with need. “And you never came.”

  “I have no idea—”

  The tease of the hot tongue over her puckered hole broke her reply. “When you walked above, surrounded but untouched by the pulse of sexual energy, we called to you.” The light and impossible press of claws down her inner thighs forced a quiver through her flesh. “Every day. But Foster fed us those who would pay, sour and unsatisfactory, knowing that we ache for flesh.”

  “Foster?” The question burst from her and her fingers grabbed at the hands that held her. “Why would he…?” A tongue-tip darted into her pussy and light sparked behind her eyes and the first rush of an orgasm burned up through her flesh. Fast, hard, but not enough. Not nearly enough. Was that it? Was it over? The need to cry out, to demand more, came with it, but the sudden press of a hot, dry palm to her mouth kept her silent. She drew in hard breaths and her heart pounded. “What are you doing?”

  “Oh, we’re not done with you yet.” And the tongue pushed deep into her pussy.

  The palm held back her moan. “Good. I mean…” Fade wanted to claw back the words, but they were met with echoing laughter.

  “We’ve waited a long time for you. Did you really think you were like the others? Like those women we played with only days ago? We broke the limits of their pleasure to bring you here.”

  Clawed hands pushed at her legs, opening them wider and the brush of lips, of teeth, of the tongue that sank and eased into her flesh in a slow, delicious rhythm made replying almost impossible.

  The bitter scent of his, of their skin filled her. How could people not pay a fortune to feel like this? She wanted to be fucked hard and fast, for whatever-it-was to send her body screaming over the edge…and then start all over again. She couldn’t care who saw her, and the alien thought tightened her flesh. It wasn’t her, but in the Cage this was who she could be.

  A low growl burned against her ear and the rough press of the palm against her mouth hardened. Fade licked it, the taste bitter, hot…and addictive. “You taste nice too.”

  She licked the hand again, enjoying the rumbled breath against her ear, the sudden fierce grip of hands on her waist and thighs, and deepened thrusts of a tongue into her pussy. The tip of a hot tongue breached her ass and Fade fought to breathe.

  Claws stroked down her arms, the unexpected rush of sensation bucking her hips. “Every inch of your skin will sing. We promise.”

  Their intense touch surrounded her, fingers and mouths playing with, kissing, sucking, licking and warm breath bringing complete reality. “We’re real and we have plans for you.” The thick tongue teased her ass, breaching her hole, mirroring the deeper push of the tongue into her pussy.

  Fade groaned against the hand sealing her mouth, the bitter taste of coal and unknown spice sharp against her lips and tongue. Fire coursed through her veins, her flesh aching and so tight that she wanted to beg for release. Her limbs shook, only the hard grip of more hands than she could count holding her upright.

  “Fuck me.” No, she wasn’t above begging. “Please.”

  “We’ve waited a long time for you. We intend to enjoy every half-moan, every little quiver.” The groan against her ear, deep and liquid, sparked a quick rush of her release and with it, the tongue sank deep into her ass.

  Fade drew in a heavy breath, her body aching, burning with the need to find greater release. Sensation filled her…then the tongue pulled back and the restriction of her flesh scorched fire under her skin, driving heat and pleasure up her spine. He pushed again, finding a slow, slow rhythm with his tongue licking and plunging deep into her pussy.

  “Why me?” The question burned up from her mind, unable to be denied. “Why do you want me?”

  “We seek pleasure in flesh.” The push into her body increased and joy spiraled, coils of hot need so tight in her belly that she wanted to scream. “Some bring us more pleasure than others.”

  “Make me come.”

  Laughter echoed, a hot skitter across her thoughts. “First you have to agree to perform one task.”

  “Anything.” At that moment, she would say, would do anything if he, if they would fuck her, lick her, take her so hard that she came in a blistering rush of heat and joy. “Anything you want.”

  “When you open your eyes, there will be a silver gift at your feet. Take it with you.”

  Sense screamed that there had to be a catch…but she didn’t care. Her body thrummed with need, with the desperate ache to find release. “Deal. Now fuck me.”

  A growl, audible, a sound now outside her head wrapped around her. Smooth lips brushed against the shell of her ear and warm breath rippled a fresh shiver under her skin. “We’ll fuck you, Fadeyka Bryce. Bind you to us. Make you ours.”

  Damn them. Her whole body shook now, the fire in her flesh barely contained. A tongue found her mouth in a wild, consuming kiss, the heat of a male body hard against her breasts and belly. And he fucked her, driving in and out of her ass and pussy, relentless, fierce, clawed hands holding her, stroking her, the press of lips against her spine, the scrape of sharp teeth over the sensitive skin of her thighs. Overwhelming sensation, driving her body toward impossible, impossible pleasure.

  Fade came. And he swallowed her raw scream. Fire and light and sweet bursts of joy surged through her flesh, her body shaking at the ferocity of release. The fierce thrusts eased into a delicious pace that played with the teasing aftershocks of her orgasm. Kisses softened and little quakes of pleasure from the gentle strokes of his tongue, the tasting of his lips pulled a slow sigh from her.

  “Who are you?”

  Their touch faded back and she cursed her stupidity. Just because they’d spoken didn’t mean she could.

  “Athanasios…”

  And then she was alone.

  Fade sank to her knees on the soft floor. She opened her eyes to a circular, padded room, light from the gentle glow of crystals creating pale shadows. She breathed, the thrum still fierce in her flesh, her muscles hot with a delicious ache. A sigh escaped her. In moments would she forget the wild joy, the incredible feel of him, them, of Athanasios? She pressed her fingers to her eyelids. She missed them already.

  The stir of air and the brief hint of coal straightened her spine…but there was no slide of rough fingers against her damp skin. It did remind her that she’d done a deal. And she had to act before all memory deserted her.

  Fade looked down. A small silver pyramid sat on the padding, crystal light gleaming against its pitted surface. Not pitted. Writing. Tightly curled swirls and dots were carved into the metal. She frowned. She was good with languages—it was what had her washed up on the planetoid after all—but she didn’t recognize a pattern within the inscriptions. What was it? Someone alien, definitely. And the Academy of Sciences was nervous about aliens…

  No, a deal was a deal
. Athanasios had more than fulfilled his part.

  Fade forced herself to stand and took the small pyramid with her. She glanced up and the plate-lift had already begun its drop down from the ceiling. She pulled in a heavy breath. It was over and now she would have to face the shit from Foster. At least, when she had no knowledge of the ecstasy of the beast’s touch, she shouldn’t feel that twinge of guilt.

  She frowned as the plate-lift thumped into the soft floor. Or maybe she’d be thick with guilt, not knowing exactly what she’d done.

  Fade stepped onto the metal square. Foster would give her grief regardless.

  She pressed her lips together. Would he watch the recorded feed from the Cage? A knot tightened in her stomach and she brushed a damp hand over the crumpled silk clinging to her hip. A little shiver teased her skin. She hadn’t wanted him to see before, but now? To know that Foster sat back in the heavy leather of one of the chairs and watched her, watched the bioware surround her and fuck her so very, very thoroughly ran hot through her flesh.

  Her heart thudded and the sudden and unexpected heat in her skin forced her to pull in cool air. She tightened her fingers against the pyramid, the metal warming under her touch. Would the sight of her caught in the Cage get him hard?

  The plate-lift jerked upward and Fade fought to balance as she rode the mechanism to the ceiling. She closed her eyes but the image of Foster wouldn’t leave her, of him sinking back into the leather of his chair, the heavy shadows of the room disguising the slide of his gloved hand to the erection straining against his trousers.

  A fantasy hadn’t held her so completely before and her mouth dried at the thought of him teasing his long fingers over his dick and enjoying her show. His hungry gaze would be fixed on her as he stroked, his mouth slightly parted, his want, his desire feeding the fire in her own flesh. Enhancing it. Pushing Athanasios and the pleasure he brought to her body to almost overwhelming—

  Fade fought to control the hard breaths straining her chest. The knot of need tight and low in her belly felt impossible. She’d just had the most incredible experience of her life…and yet she wanted more? She shivered. Was that a part of the need to fuck anything Mercer had mentioned? And why did she want Foster to be a part of what she’d experienced? He’d made it obvious that he had no interest in her. She was just another low-level employee. He made a point not to touch her.

  Fade pressed a hand to her mouth. Damn it, she wouldn’t let her…obsession with Foster eat through her experience with Athanasios. After all, she’d forget everything about him soon enough. A long, slow sigh escaped her. The money would be worth the nagging of her emptied memory.

  The plate-lift drew up into the long shaft that led to the exit. Fade ran her hand over her ringleted hair. She would grab her clothes, find Mercer’s transport and head home. Her shift started in six standard hours. Sleep would take her to that time all too quickly.

  The light from the corridor cut across the shaft in a bright shade of green and Fade’s heart turned over. This was it. She would step from the lift to the cool corridor. The door would close…and all thought of Athanasios would be gone.

  Her thumb stroked over the pyramid and a stark light burned its edges. The bitter taste of coal teased the tip of her tongue and she held her breath, expecting, wanting something more. But there was only the dull clunk of the plate into its dock and the open stretch of the empty corridor ahead of her.

  “Goodbye, Athanasios.” It was only a murmur, before she stepped off the lift and the door slid shut behind her.

  Fade braced her body, pressing one had to the crystal wall, waiting to fall, to thrash, to have no clue where she was or what had happened. Nothing. She stood steady and for a moment, she closed her eyes. The memory of the raw push of him, them into her flesh, of endless kisses, the grip of hard hands, the growl of an aroused male seared through her.

  Her heart thudded and she couldn’t help the disbelieving smile lifting her lips. Athanasios would keep her warm in her fantasies for years to come. She looked down at the pyramid. Did it have everything to do with her remembering?

  With that good thought in her head, she willed herself forward. Time to head back to her rooms. The cool air wrapped around her bare skin and the whispers of illicit sex teased her. She’d be grateful to get back into her cleaning suit too. The throb of the club against her flesh was too much. And she didn’t have the money to buy bodily relief.

  She tripped and slammed into the door, dropping the pyramid. Her breath left her in a whoosh. What the hell…? The floor was smooth, there was nothing she could trip over—

  “You’re still ours, Fade.” Athanasios’ voice growled against her ear and strong, clawed hands gripped her hips. The press of a strong, male body against her spine forced her to close her eyes, to breathe and not give in to the sudden burst of relieved pleasure. “You should give in.” Lips brushed the shell of her ear and fingers teased down her belly to play lightly across her mons. “We fucked you, tasted you, drew so much pleasure from your flesh. You anchor us here and we can give you so much joy in return.”

  Fingers stroked the inner sides of her thighs and Fade bucked back, meeting hard muscle and the firmness of Athanasios’ dick. She gasped, trying to deny the swift ache that flared under her skin. “Who are you? What are you?”

  A pointed tongue teased her ear and shot a spike of need down into her belly. “We are the Yalene. Caught here for centuries. Aching for the right flesh.” Hands cupped her breasts, sharpened thumbs teasing over her nipples. “And you are ours whenever and wherever we want you.”

  “What?”

  “No more questions.”

  A dick sank deep into her pussy with one heavy thrust and Fade bit back a cry. Her head bowed and she fought the sudden swell of raw pleasure. What were they doing to her? The insane need for them to fuck her clawed through her flesh and the second stroke into her body forced a low, aching groan.

  “Why me?”

  The question burst from her. She didn’t want to distract them, to question why they had to stroke her, kiss her, fuck her so very thoroughly. But the strangeness of the whole thing…the Yalene weren’t bioware. They couldn’t be, unless they were somehow projected from the pyramid dropped at her feet—

  Teeth nipped at her waist and she yelped. “No thinking.” The order brushed against her scattered thoughts and a hot tongue licked over the biting sting in her flesh.

  Another tongue flicked across her pussy, curling and tasting and only hard hands on her thighs and waist stopped her knees from buckling. The dick thrust again, the conflicting press of a hard, male body, of stroking hands and the nip of sharp teeth over her ass overwhelming her with sensation and driving, hot pleasure.

  “Ours.”

  The word blistered over her, tightening the pressure that had her legs shaking. Hands lifted her from the floor, spread her, teeth and tongues and the pained pleasure of clawed fingers finding and playing every inch of her body. The intensity stripped away anything she’d known before. Her body, her soul was theirs.

  A roar of satisfaction surged over her, igniting Athanasios’ release in a wild blaze over her own flesh and flaring her orgasm. She cried out, her body arcing as Athanasios still fucked her, driving the heat and bliss that coursed through her, twisting it, pushing her to a second, tighter release that stole her breath and caught her heart.

  “Ours, body and soul.”

  Lips brushed her dried mouth and slow, stroking hands lowered her until her feet touched the cool crystal floor. She dropped to her knees, her forehead pressed against the coldness of the metal door. Her heart still drummed, her breaths escaping in short puffs. Shaking fingers closed over the dropped pyramid. She could leave it. Stop the insanity of her new and invisible lovers. Her gut twisted. Give up such ecstasy? She couldn’t.

  The heat of the light warmed her damp fingers and Fade willed herself to stand again. She had to get to the transport and get home. She didn’t trust Athanasios not to overpower her in the publ
ic rooms, to make a spectacle of her…and she ignored the little traitorous thrum of her flesh at the thought of him doing just that.

  No, that wasn’t her. Foster watching her, that was one thing—and the hot swell of her blood at the thought forced her to pause her hand over opening the door—but a host of strangers? No. With her hand tight around the pyramid, she pressed her hand to the lock and waited whilst it opened.

  The heavy scent of sex wove around her, igniting the dying embers in her blood. She wove her way through the crystal-lit corridors, the whispers of Athanasios burning against her skin. The ache was there for him, them, to take her again. Which seemed impossible. How could she need them again?

  “Your need for us will only grow.”

  Fade gripped the rail and fought to breathe. “Not here.” The brush of taloned hands against her damp and bare hips forced her to suck in sex-laced air. “Athanasios!” The name was a desperate hiss through her thoughts.

  “You taste…” A long tongue swept up her spine, hot and wet and she couldn’t help but arch into it. “Exactly as if you belong to us.”

  Fade shivered. “I’m not property.”

  With the creak of metal and fabric, a mechanized suit moved from the shadows. A familiar voice broke into her thoughts. “Fade?”

  She stilled and held the warm metal of the pyramid to her belly. A hard squint into the visor covering the woman’s face and she saw a fellow cleaner. “Caley.” She worked a smile across her mouth. “You’re early.”

  “Shift change.” Caley leaned on the long pike of the washer and let her gaze move over Fade’s almost-nakedness. “So you went ahead with it? Foster is going to shit a brick. Ten of them. Are you taking vac-days? Tell me you’re going into hiding.”

  “I’m on duty again in six hours.”

  Caley spluttered a laugh. “You’re insane.” She leaned in. “What was it like? In the Cage?”

  “I… It was…” Fade bit her lip, fixing her gaze on the bulky cleaning suit, on the familiar toggles and snaps. She had to lie to her friend. “I can feel the hum in my blood, on my skin…but what happened, I don’t know.”