Incubus Inc. 3

by Randi Darren

  “Come on, Sammy,” muttered Wren.

  Slipping through the gap, he suddenly found himself face to face with the large former Cambion.

  She wrapped an arm around his hips, pulled him in close, and then shut the gate. Then moved something around inside the locking mechanism until it clacked.

  Wren turned to the side, still holding Sam, and marched over to where Aster and Erv were. She didn’t seem like she was going to let go of him.

  “He’s empty,” Wren stated in an angry tone. “We need to get him fed before we go or do anything.”

  “Of course,” Erv replied with a nod of her head. “We’ll go to one of the small rooms we saw outside and get him taken care of there. Then we can wait for the meeting, listen to it, and then see about our task. It’ll have to be you, Wren. Aster and I need to hold up the illusion.

  “That’s what’s happening, by the way, Sam. Balahtus is trying to sell you to Skipper. He wants a portal out of Hell so he can go to the prime material plane directly.”

  “I’m sorry we failed you,” Wren said, both of her arms now firmly wrapped around Sam. She held him against her front quite tightly. “We shouldn’t have let them take you.”

  “We would have lost,” Erv countered. “And then we wouldn’t have been able to break him out so easily. We were expecting him to imprison Sam at Vigilant stronghold, but instead they brought him straight here to Annulus. It also looks like the Pit Demon moved his home base here. Balahtus got overconfident and now he’s already been defeated. He just doesn’t know it.

  “All we’d have done was tip our hand to him that we were there.”

  “We could have fought them,” disagreed Wren.

  “And lost,” Aster said, agreeing with Erv. “I don’t have much Essence and I can’t charge it easily here. Erv is worse off than even I am. You don’t even have a weapon. There was no way we could beat them directly. There’s also no way to know if they would have tried to kill us instead of capturing us. We did what we had to.”

  Wren shook her head at that, her fingers flexing as she held Sam. She apparently disagreed quite strongly with the two Elementals.

  Sam, however, agreed with them.

  “You did the right thing,” Sam said. “Doing something stupid for the moral or the principal of the thing would only have been a waste. Alive and able to fight back is certainly far better than dead and being true to your morals.”

  Wren looked at Sam’s face, her brows knit together. Staring into his eyes, she seemed uncertain now.

  “Did the right thing,” Sam repeated. He reached up and gently caressed Wren’s face. Then pulled her down and kissed her quite hungrily.

  He was on the verge of starvation and needed to feed. Wren had long been his “favorite chew toy” and he hadn’t been with her since she joined him in Hell.

  Wren began to kiss him back just as deeply and full of need. Her mouth opened to invite his tongue. He accepted, pushing it right into her mouth and along her own tongue.

  “Ugh. I’m going to get cucked. Again. Damnit all,” complained Aster. “Let’s go already. You two can make out later for fuck’s sake.”

  Erv looked incredibly amused at the situation when Sam pulled back from Wren. Aster was red-faced and angry. Apparently, the Lightning Elemental really had wanted to be intimate with him.

  Wren didn’t let go of Sam, though, and instead led him down a hall toward a doorway in the back. Aster went out ahead of them and slipped through. There was no warning from her and Wren kept moving.

  Entering the hallway beyond, Sam could see Aster up ahead again, standing at another doorway.

  Wren reached her, turned into the doorway and entered the room beyond.

  No sooner than she’d gotten him more than halfway into the room, she’d pushed him away. Her hands grabbed hold of his clothes and began to quickly remove them.

  Erv entered shortly after, followed by Aster, who closed the door. By that point, Wren had gotten Sam’s clothes off and was working on her own. Shimmying out of them, her eyes moved over Sam’s body.

  Well. Seems like she’ll be the one to take charge today. That’s fine.

  It’s been a while since she felt like that. I wonder if her change in form also changed her thinking.

  Her psyche.

  Getting her clothes off, Sam could see Wren couldn’t hold back her physical changes. Her horns instantly materialized as did her wings. Her breath came out in a very bright-red fog with each breath.

  Grabbing him by the waist, the big Cambion-turned-Devil dropped down to her knees. As soon as she did, he saw her ankles and feet had morphed into hooves and grown hair as well.

  He could feel from her that she wanted him to grab her by the horns, but also didn’t want him to. She wanted to be in control, but really wanted to feel what it would be like to have her Demon master grab her in such a way.

  Her mind was at war between her original Cambion psyche and her current wants and desires.

  Taking the choice from her, Sam reached down and wrapped his fingers around her horns. Holding them gently, he pulled at her head, guiding her face down into his lap.

  It was enough force for her to know what he wanted, but she could easily shake his hands free with little more than a tilt of her head.

  Catching his hardened tip with her lips, she wriggled around on the ground for a moment. Then she simply took him down to the hilt, his member vanishing into her mouth.

  “Damnit. I wanna do that,” pouted Aster from a few feet away. She was standing near the door with one hand on it. She seemed to be monitoring the hall while also watching Wren and Sam.

  “Oh, stop whining,” Erv said with just a hint of heat.

  Aster went silent while Wren began to slowly bob her head back and forth. The feeling of pleasure coming from her was growing even as she swirled her tongue around the underside of his shaft and head.

  She really liked the way he was holding her horns while she serviced him.

  After all, he was her Demon master. Regardless of her no longer being a Cambion, it didn’t change the drive she’d had for her whole life up to this point.

  Reaching up with one hand, Wren began to lightly tickle at his jewels while her other hand fell down between her legs. There was a wet noise that followed her arm flexing. Clearly, she was already working at her entrance and clit.

  Wren worked diligently, back and forth at him with her mouth, her enjoyment and pleasure growing faster and faster. Sam was starting to wonder if she’d have an orgasm just from blowing him and fingering herself.

  Not a terrible way to start, actually. Let’s… push in that direction.

  Taking a firmer hold on Wren’s horns, Sam began to push and pull at her head. Forcing her to take him completely from hilt to tip and back again. He thrust forward partially with his hips as well, to make sure it happened.

  “Mmmhhoh,” groaned Wren around him. He wasn’t sure if she was saying anything or not, but with her mouth stuffed full, it was irrelevant. The sound of her trying to talk with her mouth filled did hit an odd place in his head. He liked it. “Mmooooohh.”

  Suddenly, he realized what Wren wanted. She wanted him to do what he was doing, but more.

  She wanted him to face-fuck her.

  Taking a very firm hold on her horns, Sam began to pump himself up against her mouth as if he were plowing her slit. Pushing his tip into her throat over and over as he yanked and pushed at her horns.

  Wren’s hand carefully held his jewels, fondling and squeezing them as he thrust into her face. Her other hand worked furiously at her privates. There was a slick, squishing noise that was almost as fast as his pumping hips.

  She was furiously working at herself in a near-mindless craze. Every time she managed a breath as Sam went at her, red mist blew out her nostrils and coiled up toward him. There was a scent to it that he couldn’t place, but it made him want to go wild on her. It was definitely tempting him in a different way.

  Wren’s eyes were close
d, her mouth tightly wrapped around him, and she wasn’t resisting anything he was doing to her. She was completely enjoying being used as any good Cambion would.

  “Dohnmahthaaa,” moaned Wren, sucking at him as he pulled back from her.

  He didn’t need her to repeat herself, he knew what she’d asked for.

  To finish down her throat.

  Pulling at her psyche with the Essence hooks that were a permanent part of her, Sam felt Wren start to shudder and twitch. Her shoulders began to convulse as the first part of her orgasm came on.

  Unceasingly, he continued to thrust his girth into her mouth and down her throat, holding her horns tightly and having his way with her face. Over and over, even as her orgasm built ever higher.

  Now, her entire body quivered and shuddered, her hands dangling uselessly and unable to do much of anything given the intensity of her orgasm. Her mind was nearly blank except for what he was doing to her and she loved it.

  When she hit her peak, he spiked her with a rod of Essence. Then again.

  And again.

  Until she finally couldn’t handle anymore.

  Then he ran his whole length up to the hilt past her lips. His tip got lodged in her throat, and he came. Finishing directly into her throat, just as she’d asked.

  Choking, coughing, and with a loud sputter, Wren managed to begin swallowing. Her muscles contracted tight and pulled at him as she did so.

  Moaning, gagging, yet swallowing, Wren hit a weird spot in her orgasm, in her psyche, and started to climax all over again. All from him dominating her and using her face as he wanted.

  Holding her horns with an iron grip, he kept her pressed right up to his crotch. Riding his orgasm to the end while spraying seed down her throat.

  “Wish that was me,” complained Aster.

  “Oh, stop,” Erv said with a chuckle. “Let her have her fun. You don’t need to be like that. He doesn’t play favorites.”

  Wren only moaned regardless of what was said and continued to swallow. She was completely limp in Sam’s grasp, and enjoying it immensely. The red mist of her breath wafted out from her nose with every exhale.

  “You only say that because he goes after you constantly,” Aster muttered under her breath. No one responded to that, though Erv did begin blushing again.

  Twenty-Two - Passing the Time -

  “They’re bringing someone in,” Aster said quietly, her forehead pressed to the door. “Pretty sure it’s Yala. Can feel our brand on her. That kinda supports the idea that she didn’t do anything against us.”

  Sam had wondered aloud to everyone else if Yala had perhaps been responsible for some of this.

  While Sam’s brand was restrictive in some ways, without verbal commands to overlay it, smart and crafty people could work around it. It was one of the reasons why he’d been so strict with his lieutenants in Hell. He’d lost some of that edge when he’d branded Jena.

  Seeing his old lieutenants had brought many of those memories to the surface.

  “That’s good,” Erv said, getting back into her clothes. Sam had just finished up with her a few minutes before. After going at Wren until she was exhausted, Sam had taken a turn with Aster, then Erv.

  He wasn’t anywhere near recharged, but he was feeling better. He could take on most anyone they came up against, except for perhaps Balahtus himself.

  Sam imagined that the Pit Demon was incredibly well-stocked in Essence. Without having a “full tank” so to speak, as well as reserves, Sam wasn’t sure he could defeat him.

  A Pit Demon was just a stronger type of Demon than an Incubus. Planar Lord or not. That was just the way the world was.

  “We’ll have to break her out,” Sam said after a few seconds. He was dressed and leaning against the wall next to Aster. “Can’t leave useful and loyal people behind.”

  Aster lifted her head from the door and peered at him from the corner of her eyes. He had the impression she wanted to ask him a question, but she didn’t. For whatever reason, she kept it locked away.

  “Fair enough,” she said instead with a small nod of her head. “Alright. You ready, Wren?”

  Glancing back toward the Devil, Sam saw she was in the process of getting her pants on. She had managed to find a spare sword, so she was at least armed now.

  “In a minute,” grunted Wren, shimmying into the fabric. “Just need to get dressed. Fine, otherwise.”

  Sam had ridden her to the point that she was exhausted, cleaned her up with a spec of Essence, and then left her to recover. There had been no reason to re-energize her if she could just recover over time. It’d be a waste of Essence that they couldn’t afford.

  “We’ll move after they pass by,” Aster said, pointing to the door. “They’re still heading this way.”

  Slowly, everyone got ready. Then they lined up behind Aster at the door.

  “Okay, they stopped. But they didn’t go into the cells. Stopped in an area not far from here,” Aster said. “Seems like a large room, but I can’t see the details.”

  “I don’t like the feel of where they went,” muttered Erv with a shake of her head.

  Aster pulled the door open and then moved into the hall.

  Sam and the rest followed after her, trailing behind her as she started moving away from where they’d holed up. It didn’t take very long to reach their destination. Only two turns and another hallway.

  Aster and Erv had eased up on each side of a door, both of them turning to Sam. Beyond the door, he could hear muffled talking, though no exact details about the conversation itself.

  Sword in hand, Wren pushed the door open and strode inside without anyone saying anything. For some reason, Wren seemed to be very angry. There was red fog trailing behind her as she moved.

  “What?” shouted a male voice. “You sh—”

  The man’s voice was cut off with a groan. There was a crack of what sounded like bone breaking, followed by another low moan.

  Entering the room, Sam saw Wren staring down at two Demons on the ground. Both were bleeding out from a single thrust wound from Wren’s blade. She’d got them both right in the heart, it seemed.

  Yala was naked, upright, and had her back pressed up to a corner. She had obviously been more than willing to fight off her would-be rapists.

  There were an additional ten women laid out on the ground. All quite naked, and clearly recovering from being used against their will.

  I need to make sure Balahtus can’t come back.

  Ever.

  Sam slowly walked over to where Wren stood over the two dying Demons. His eyes flicked over to the nearest woman who was gazing at the ceiling with a blank stare.

  The moment he looked at her, he recognized her.

  It was Kalista.

  A young lieutenant with an incredible mean streak who had served him well in several campaigns in Hell. She was by no means merciful, or kind to those she had beaten, but being used like this was beyond Sam’s ability to accept.

  I can’t break their brands. I don’t have power over Balahtus. But if I kill him, they’ll be freed.

  “We’re leaving,” Sam said and then looked at Yala. “You got clothes you can put on?”

  The city lord shook her head, then went over to the two male Demons.

  “No, but they do,” she said. Then she started pulling the clothes off them even as the light faded from their eyes. “I’m glad to see you’re well, Lord Lust. They sent in assassins to abduct me in the night. They didn’t realize I’d already branded the entire army with your mark. They’ll be fighting my soldiers for a while. Even with me not being there.”

  Yala had already pulled off one Demon’s pants and underwear.

  “None touched me nor did I allow any,” Yala said, looking at Aster then Erv even as she pulled on the oversized small-clothes the man had been wearing. “I saw very few soldiers on my way in. Place is mostly empty. They’re all out in the field heading for Klesick, I imagine. Abrah is causing a rather large ruckus down that way.�
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  “Good. Now, Yala, we’re just trying to figure out what Balahtus wants out of all this,” Erv said, looking over the other women in the room. None of them moved or even looked their way. None of them were willing to engage in the world around them.

  “We’ll block the doors when we leave. Killing Balahtus will free them,” Aster said with a sharp nod of her head. There was an ugly glint to her eyes. “After that, it’s on them and their own will to live.”

  Apparently, the captives struck a chord with her. Not that Sam blamed her. She’d been a captive for a very long time. While she hadn’t been sexually assaulted, she’d been used against her will in a different way that was nearly just as much a violation.

  “The meeting with Skipper should be in an hour or so,” Erv said, looking towards the door where they’d entered. “I even know where because I had to contact her a few times through it as well, once upon a time.”

  Yala tore the tunic off one of the Demons, and then ripped the other free from the second. Looking at both of them critically, she seemed to be listening intently to Erv as she worked. Tearing them into strips, she quickly assembled a knotted tunic that left her arms free while still covering her modesty.

  “We’re going to head to the portal room. There’s a tear there that she never let close. It leads to… somewhere. Honestly, I never found out. No one can travel through it, but you can actually push inanimate things through. Skipper knows where the other side of the tear is located. Often, she’d leave Hell entirely to hide on the other side of that tear. Giving orders,” explained Erv. Sam didn’t doubt what she was saying at all. It sounded incredibly like Skipper. “So that’s where he probably contacted her previously, and will contact her again. That’s where we’ll be.”

  “Great,” Yala said and put her hands on her wide hips. Then she looked somewhat sheepish. “I’m… not a fighter. Nor a Witch or anything. I can’t do much. I’m sorry, I’m going to be a hindrance.”

  “It’s fine, it’s fine,” Aster reassured her, patting the Demon on the back. “We don’t have to do much if we do this well. We’re not here to fight Balahtus head-on. We’re here to kill him. All I need is to be able to get a hand on him and I can turn him into a light bulb.”