by Randi Darren
“And beyond all that… hungry.”
The woman was looking at him again now, her face in complete shock, eyes wide and almost unseeing.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Come with me. Let’s talk,” Sam said. “You have much to learn.”
“I can’t. I’m waiting for… waiting… I feel empty again,” she said. “Can I have some more?”
“Of course you can. Come. We’ll talk,” Sam said. Leaving his drink where it sat, he started walking toward the exit.
The woman followed him.
“Wait,” she said, catching up. “I don’t even know your name. You don’t even know mine.”
“Name’s Sameerixis, but you can call me Sam. And you are?”
Sam pushed open the door and left the bar.
“My name’s Irma,” she said.
“Hello Irma,” Sam said. Once he got to the sidewalk, he started walking back toward the parking garage.
With any luck, he could contract Irma, feast on her back at her place, and be home before it was two am.
“Can… can I have more of whatever that was now? It hurts,” Irma said. She was clearly suffering from Essence withdrawal. “Everything hurts.”
“You’re an Imp, Irma,” Sam said, then gave her a single drop of Essence. It would calm her craving for an hour or so. “An Imp who never knew what she was, though that’s not uncommon. Probably one of your grandparents was too, though they may not have known it either.”
“Oooh, that feels so much better,” Irma said with a sigh. “Grandma, probably. She’s always been a little weird.”
“Weird and successful, I imagine. Seemed to know things she shouldn’t, or had really good guesses or hunches? Imps without Essence are more like Humans with some extra bits. They usually do well for themselves without help.”
“Yeah… she… she runs her own business and everything. I work there. It’s nothing huge, but… we make good money,” Irma said.
Oh? That’ll help. I can borrow some money from her if I need to.
“And you get hunches and weird guesses, too?” Sam asked.
“Yeah. I do. I… I’ve never been to that bar before, but I knew I should be there tonight. I hadn’t planned on being there before today.
“I was going to meet a friend there. She was late, so I was going to just leave. You showed up right as I was deciding to get out of there.”
Sam nodded. Imps were lucky and sometimes managed to follow a fated course.
He was flattered to apparently be that fated destination.
“Happy to be your end result. Are you seeing anyone?” Sam asked.
“No. I usually end up scaring them off. The guesses and hunches,” Irma said. “What… why… I—”
“Great,” Sam said. “Let’s go back to your place.”
“Uhm… I really… I don’t… I… I…” Irma’s voice trailing off. “What are you?”
“I’m an extra-planar lord. And I’m going to make you my First Imp. You’ll bind yourself to me and become mine.”
Sam was going to make her contract ironclad.
“I see. And why would I want to do that?” Irma asked. “What do I get out of it?”
“Essence. It’s what you’re hungry for. What you’ve always been hungry for. And also what you want. Just like…” Sam paused to push another drop into the starving Imp. “That. Then again, you can always say no. See if you can’t get it from someone else since you can’t make it on your own.”
Beside him, Irma actually moaned aloud, her aura flaring wildly as it devoured the Essence. He could actually feel her entire being turning toward him, hoping for more.
“Oh god. That’s… that’s so wonderful. No, no. This is… no. This is a high-pressure sale,” Irma said. “I… no. Okay. Yes. No. No!”
Sam laughed to himself. He had to applaud the young woman. She was doing a fantastic job of fighting her own desire.
There was no sense in rushing her. All he had to do was feed from her once and feed her in return, and she’d be sold.
“Tell you what,” Sam said, turning toward the parking garage. “Let’s go to your place, we’ll have great sex, and I’ll feed you some of the Essence our coupling generates. I’ll give you the contract after that, and you can read it over at your leisure.”
“What? What do you mean have sex? I never said I’d sleep with you,” Irma said.
“Fair point. If you want more Essence tonight, without a contract, you need to have sex with me. It’s quite literally how I generate Essence. I’ll give you twenty percent of what I create from the act,” Sam said simply. Stopping at the entrance to the garage, he waited there.
If this went badly, he’d just see about the booth guard—or go grab Cindy, if she was willing.
Irma’s beautiful face was clouded with doubt. Then something broke in her thought pattern, and she nodded.
Must be that Imp intuition again.
“Forty,” she said, looking up at him.
“Huh. Let’s… skip the back and forth and just go to thirty. What’s your address?” Sam asked.
Irma smiled at him. It looked almost as predatory as he knew his own smile was.
***
Before Sam had even gotten into Irma’s apartment, she had her tongue down his throat.
He knew firsthand that Imp’s responded aggressively when they were out of Essence, but he hadn’t ever had one go at him like this in the past.
She had one hand fumbling at the door to her apartment with her keys, and the other hand was down his pants.
Her hand had already closed down tight around his shaft by the time the door swung open.
Stumbling through it, she pulled him along after her.
“Oh, what is wrong with me?” Irma said, closing the door and locking it. “I can’t stop thinking about sex, and my brain and body are telling me this is the right thing.”
“Again, I’m flattered that your instincts are guiding you to me. Now… bedroom or couch?” Sam asked, dismissing his constructed clothes. He’d only have to deal with them for another day at most, thankfully.
He was starving. Starving and actually very aroused. Irma was beautiful and willing.
“Bedroom, over that way,” she said with a hand gesture. Then she was yanking at her coat and blouse while kicking her heels off to one side
Smiling, Sam went in the indicated direction.
He found her bedroom easily enough. It was tastefully decorated and seemed almost uninteresting with how ordinary it was.
Getting onto the bed, Sam laid himself down and put a hand behind his head.
Irma appeared a few seconds later. Her hair was a bit wild, and she was absolutely naked.
She was far better built than he’d suspected. She had a generous chest with a narrow waist and hips that were wider. He’d underestimated how good looking she was at the bar.
Practically jumping at him, Irma got in the bed, bent her head across his privates, and inhaled his hard shaft in one go.
After going down to the hilt, she began to suck at him as she moved her head back up.
Damn. She’s very aggressive.
Sam took in a slow breath. He could feel the rightness of everything, and the massive desire in Irma. Fueled by her attraction to him, her desire for Essence, and apparently not having gotten laid in a long time.
He was an Incubus, after all. If he didn’t have a link to his partner’s sex drive, he’d be worthless.
Reaching around the side of her hip, Sam began to lightly trail his fingers up and down her rear end.
Irma moaned around his girth, then began to rotate her head from side to side as she traveled up and down his length. She sucked all the while, and he could feel her tongue whirling and swirling along the underside of the tip.
Encouraged, and rapidly becoming beyond needy of her, Sam pushed his fingers up into Irma’s entryway. Gently, he curled his fingertips and began to work at the interior of her channel.
Squeaking a
t the touch, Irma shivered, then began moving her head back and forth faster and faster, moaning loudly all the while.
She eased back from his manhood, then reached up and began to stroke him as her mouth came free.
“I’m so damn horny. Why am I so horny? I’ve never been this horny,” she said. “Condoms are in the bedside. Get one and get on me. Hurry up.”
“It’s what I am. And I don’t need one,” Sam said. Pulling his hand free from her privates, he grabbed her shoulder with his other hand. Gently, Sam pushed her around onto her hands and knees.
“No, I’m not on birth control,” Irma said as he pushed her down into the covers. She didn’t resist him in the least, but he could feel her muscles tightening up. “You need a condom.”
“No, I really don’t,” Sam said. Putting his knees beside her own, he grabbed her waist with one hand and his shaft with the other. “You won’t get pregnant unless I want you to.”
“Really?” Irma asked, her entire body relaxing.
“Yeah, consider it a benefit of being my First Imp,” Sam said.
Then he pushed himself up between Irma’s lips. Grabbing her on both sides, he drew her backward onto his length.
“Ooooh,” Irma groaned, letting him move her.
Going all the way to the hilt he filled her completely and stretched her as well. There was nothing left to fit inside.
And it felt amazing.
Pushing his awareness into Irma, Sam began to claw at her from the inside of her psyche. Working to make her orgasm the biggest she’d ever had. He wanted to make it so she’d never consider anyone else ever again.
To ruin sex outright for her so she’d never have better than him again.
On top of that, Sam was hungry. Starving, in truth. He was going to invest heavily into Irma and feast on her.
For hours, if he could. Till the sun came up.
As he turned her psyche inside out, he began to pull and push at her, riding her into the covers. With every thrust, he tried to nearly pull out of her just to push it all back in.
Irma collapsed outright into her bed, moaning and shivering from head to toe. She seemingly couldn’t even hold herself upright now.
She cried out softly each time his hilt pressed in tight to her entry, moaning in between thrusts. She didn’t even try to do anything. She just lay there on the bed, quivering. From what Sam could tell, he’d practically set her on fire from the inside out.
Enjoying being with a living person far too much, Sam continued to plow her down into the bed, all the while making her psyche turn to mush.
Finally, it felt like Irma had reached the point where she couldn’t take any more without an orgasm.
A massive one.
Easing his hold on her psyche to let her climax, Sam sped himself up and pummeled her as if it were his goal in life. Thrusting into her hard and fast, he drilled her into her bed.
Crying out at the top of her lungs, Irma came. Came hard. She must have realized just how loud she was, as she pushed her own face into her covers.
The Essence pouring out of her was like a rupture in a dam.
And Sam devoured it all. Then he began to pour the promised thirty percent of it back into Irma.
It was like a boulder dropped into the reservoir behind the dam, and the walls couldn’t hold it.
Irma’s mind blanked out, and her orgasm doubled itself at the intense pleasure of being filled with Essence.
Feeding Sam all the more.
Sam rode her for all he was worth, gorging himself on her.
When she started to fall away from her climax, Sam let himself finish. Pumping his seed deep into Irma for all he was worth.
She wouldn’t get pregnant from it, but that wasn’t going to stop him from trying to put it as deep as possible.
Finally, thrusting into her repeatedly as he came down, he felt empty. Pressed up to her bottom, Sam sighed. Then he pulled himself out of Irma and leaned back into her bed.
“That was great, Irma,” he said.
She only moaned a little in response.
So much better than a construct.
Now, let’s get that contract together so she can read it later.
“We’ll go again in ten minutes,” Sam said, then let out a content sigh. He was feeling pretty high on life.
Irma nodded her head fractionally as a soft moan escaped between her lips.
Four - New Boss -
Sam hadn’t gotten back to Abigail’s apartment until ten minutes before she was due to wake up.
He’d quite literally spent the evening, the small hours of the morning, and the morning itself trying to see if Irma was an endless well of Essence.
So far, she was.
It didn’t hurt that Sam hadn’t had a meal in so long that he was more than happy to spend the time to make Irma as delicious as possible.
Which meant making her orgasms explosive and overwhelming. That in turn just made Irma more than willing to go again.
And again.
And again.
Until she dropped.
Last he saw of her was her naked form sprawled out on her bed, sweaty, spent, and sleeping.
He’d written out a contract for her and left it on her bedside table. There was no doubt in his mind that she’d run it by her grandmother.
With that in mind, he’d made the contract ironclad but generous as far as First Imp concessions went.
If everything worked out, he’d have a near permanent home and an Imp he could feed off constantly.
Turning the coffee maker on, Sam leaned up against the counter.
For the first time in a very long time, he felt things were going his way.
He was well fed, he had showered at Irma’s place, and he had a contract for life Essence with Abigail.
Essence derived from sex was limited. Limited, and it tended to expire fairly quickly. Though that was true for all Emotional Essence.
Brief, intense, delicious.
Life Essence was the long-term investment. It was one of the reasons he’d become so powerful previously. Unlike most of his kind, Sam had focused exclusively on the long term.
Pulling out a mug, Sam slipped it into the machine, put in a fresh plastic “pod” thing, and hit the button to dispense the legal stimulant.
The door to the bedroom opened slowly as the top of Abigail’s head eased out from inside to peek into her living room.
“Good morning,” Sam said when her eyes landed on him. “I’m making your coffee right now.”
“Oh,” Abigail said, her eyes fastened on him. “You’re alone?”
“Of course I am,” Sam said with a chuckle. He wouldn’t be bringing Irma over to Abigail’s place.
Ever.
One didn’t bring in their infrastructure to where they were working unless they had no other choice.
Abigail stepped out of her bedroom in a bathrobe. Her hair was wet, as if she’d only just stepped out of the shower minutes ago.
“Thank you,” she said, coming over to the coffee maker. “You said you start your new job today?”
“Indeed,” Sam said. “I’ll be giving you a good portion of my paycheck once I start receiving it. It isn’t a solution to our contract, but it should help ease your burden.”
“I couldn’t. That really—”
“You can take the money, or I can leave it lying around,” Sam said. “There is no in-between.”
Abigail grimaced, chewing at her lower lip. Then she shook her head, took the mug, and began adding sugar and creamer to it.
“Fine,” she muttered.
“Good. Now, let’s have a good day, yes?” Sam said with a grin.
***
Abigail was staring at him, her eyes wide and her mouth partially open.
Sam waved at the group of sixteen men and women in the room.
“…starting today. He’s brand new to the company, but he has some great background in the industry,” Matt said, introducing Sam to his new team. “There�
��s not much more I can say other than I’m glad to have Sam on board.”
“Thanks, Matt. I really appreciate it,” Sam said, turning to pat Matt on the back. “And to you all, I really look forward to getting to know you. I’ll probably start meeting with you one by one to get an idea where we are.
“If you have any questions in the meantime, my door is open, and I welcome you to come in at any time to talk to me.”
Going over the suggested talking points Matt had given him, Sam felt like he’d hit all the tick boxes.
Not cut out for this kind of work. I’m a problem solver, information gatherer, and ladies’ man.
Beggars can’t be choosers, though. This is just our first contract, so we’re going to work it to the best of our ability.
After this, though… maybe we see if we can’t get Irma to give our summoner information to people who need information or the like.
Those things are easier.
“…be fine. Alright everyone, please return to the phones,” Matt said.
Sam smiled as he stood there watching everyone leave.
“Good work,” Matt said after the door to the meeting room closed when the last phone agent had left.
“Thanks. Hey, Matt?” Sam asked, then waited for the other man to meet his gaze.
“Yeah?” Matt asked, turning to Sam.
“What’s up with the semi-cute one?” Sam asked snaring Matt. “Decent rack? Pretty smile?”
Matt stared at him blankly for several seconds.
“Abigail? Abigail Winters?” Matt asked.
“Yeah, her. Tell me about her. Everything you know,” Sam said.
“She’s been here about two years. As far as I know, there’s nothing wrong with her. I’ve never had any disciplinary items come across my desk,” Matt said. “Other than that, I don’t know much about her. She’s just an agent.”
“Right,” Sam said, frowning. HR not knowing her was good and bad. It meant she’d never been discussed for a promotion or a raise, and that she’d never been a problem. “Think she could ever be promoted? Given a raise?”
Matt shook his head slowly.
“I don’t know,” Matt said. “She’s definitely one of the lower-paid techs.”
