by Randi Darren
He did call Irma, though, to explain the situation. It wouldn’t do to worry her. She seemed rather excited about the whole thing.
Sam was decidedly not.
Jes had refused all possibilities of feeding. Declined them all outright and wouldn’t even consider them.
The only thing she’d consented to was allowing Sam to give her some Essence directly. And realistically, that hadn’t worked as well as Sam had hoped.
All attempts at talking her into feeding through sex with a human were immediately declined.
The Essence he’d given her was the only thing sustaining her right now, as the Life Essence from the dead man was being held in reserve to keep her on this plane.
It’d sustain her for two years if she did nothing else with it. The man had apparently been destined for a rather long life. It was a shame he’d died of asphyxiation. There hadn’t been enough oxygen on the plane for a human.
Sam had long ago eschewed such ways of collecting Essence, personally. It tended to bring down trouble from other planes.
Not to mention the rate of conversion was actually rather terrible.
Hearing Abigail moving around in her room, Sam reached out and picked up the coffee mug. He held it in his hands with the handle pointed away from him.
The door to Abigail’s room opened and she walked out. Dressed in a tank top and short shorts once again.
As she waved at him with one hand, her eyes drifted to her coffee mug in his hands. Smiling, she drifted over and took it from him. After wandering over to the other side of the counter, she sat down and began drinking from it immediately.
It was their routine.
Wrinkling her nose, she looked at him.
“You put more sugar and creamer in it,” she accused.
“I did. If you’re going to lose weight, do it after I’ve fed,” Sam said, waving a hand at her. “As I’ve said before, you’re lovely the way you are. You’d never fill out those shorts and tank top if you lost anything.”
Abigail sighed and looked down at herself.
“I wouldn’t, would I?” she asked. “You really like me like this?”
“I think you look delicious. As I’ve said before, I can’t wait to eat from you,” Sam said honestly. “Now, it would be rude of me to not point this out, so first put your mug down. Then let me introduce you to a new… friend… of mine, I guess you could say.”
Abigail raised her eyebrows, putting her mug down. “Should I get dressed, or—”
“She’s already here. And don’t worry, she’s not human,” Sam said, indicating the Succubus. “Her name is Jezebel, but she goes by Jes.”
Abigail’s head spun around toward the woman on her couch.
“H-hello,” Jes said, waving a hand meekly at Abigail. “I think you look rather pretty. You shouldn’t lose weight unless you want to for yourself.”
Abigail’s eyes were wide and round, staring at the other woman. She nodded her head slowly, then turned back to Sam, clearly looking for an answer.
“It’s complicated. She’s staying with me until she figures out her own business; then she’s not my problem anymore,” Sam said. “How’d the interview go?”
“Oh!” Abigail said, perking up a bit. She smiled at him, casting a quick glance back at Jes again. “I uhm… I got the job. It’s pretty much exactly what you said. It’ll give me some resume experience, the right pay, and take care of a lot.”
“Great! Let’s have sex,” Sam said, moving over to Abigail.
“Sam, I just—”
“Did you accept the job?” Sam asked, standing right in front of her.
“Yes,” Abigail said, watching him cautiously.
“And they had you sign a contract?” he pressed.
“Yes,” Abigail said.
“And you start when…?”
“Two weeks from this upcoming Monday,” Abigail said.
“Great! Time for me to eat,” Sam said, and then swept Abigail off her feet and held her against his chest.
“Sam, I… I… alright. That was the deal,” Abigail said, one arm around his shoulders and clinging to him as he carried her back into her bedroom.
“Yes, it was,” he said, and then carefully laid her down into the middle of her bed.
Abigail nodded her head, looking unsure all the same.
Taking in a deep breath, she reached down and hooked her shorts with her thumbs, then shimmied out of them.
Shucking off his clothes, Sam undressed quickly.
He’d been looking forward to having Abigail since the first night.
The very idea of dining on the offspring of Alisa made his mouth water.
She’d been one of the few humans he’d willingly spent time with. A long time with.
He’d spent the better part of her adult life with her. She’d dismissed him on her thirty-fifth birthday to have children.
Pulling the tank top off over her head, Abigail made herself nude before him.
As she lay in her bed naked looking quite lovely, Sam saw her as a beautiful woman first and a wonderful meal second.
“Sam, this isn’t just to eat from me, right?” Abigail asked, slowly sitting up on her elbows. “You want me for me, on some level?”
Considering that thought, Sam got into the bed, watching her.
“I do, actually,” Sam admitted. “I do want to have sex with you for a meal, but I also want to because I think you’re attractive.”
Abigail nodded at that, smiling with half of her mouth. He’d been seeing more and more of what he was beginning to think was Abigail’s actual personality peeking through.
She was sarcastic, intelligent, and snappy. She was also incredibly sensitive and lacked confidence in herself.
“Well, how would you like your breakfast, I suppose?” she asked.
“On top,” Sam said, deciding. Getting onto his back in Abigail’s bed, he looked at her with a smile. “Come on then, I’ll have my Abby sunny-side up.”
“Ugh, you would make me do this,” Abigail said, and then she sighed, smiling all the while. Moving in closer to him, she grabbed him around the hilt with her left hand.
Swinging a leg over him, she put her knees down on each side of his hips. Then she shifted forward over the top of him and smiled down at him.
Reaching up, Sam began to fondle and caress her breasts as they dangled down toward him.
Her face was bright red, but she didn’t seem that upset, nervous, or against the idea. It spoke volumes to him—she’d probably already been considering the fact that he would devour her immediately.
Carefully, he squeezed her breasts and rolled his fingers across her nipples.
Watching for her reaction, he began to reach out toward her psyche. It seemed like she enjoyed her chest being toyed with, but he wasn’t sure yet.
Going with it, he lightly pinched the tips of her nipples and began to roll his fingers one way, then the other.
Moaning softly, Abigail didn’t shy away from his hands. Instead, she leaned forward into them for a moment.
Then she seemed to figure out where her slit was in conjunction with his tip, and she sat down.
Chewing at her lower lip, she sank down onto his rock-hard shaft, pushing it ever deeper until her rear end sat flush to his lap.
“You fit almost too well, Sam,” Abigail mumbled, a strange look on her face. “Almost too big, but not painful.”
Sam only grinned at that, continuing to tease, pinch, and fondle her nipples and breasts.
Closing her eyes, Abigail leaned a little further away from him and arched her back. She began to slowly rock back and forth on him. He could feel his length slipping in and out of her partway, and then her hips grinding it around inside her.
Reaching into her with his psyche, Sam split her wide open with his Essence. He immediately flayed her nerves open to the point that she wouldn’t even recognize her own hand on herself. Sam pushed hard at her with his Essence, wanting her very mind to break with the orgasm
he was going to give her.
Moaning sharply, Abigail shuddered atop him as her hands rested on his shoulders.
“Goodness,” she panted. Her speed slowed down a fraction, but she didn’t stop at all. “It’s almost too much.”
Grinning, Sam gave her heavy breasts a final squeeze before his hands traveled down her sides to grab firmly onto her waist.
He began to push and pull at her, forcing her to move a bit faster. A bit harder.
To impale herself on his length, down to the hilt after getting it up to the tip.
Grunting as she forced herself down on him, Abigail was lost in the movements. Like an animal now, she groaned in between her gasping, panting, and grunting.
Listening to her inner desires, Sam found that this was exactly what she wanted. To be loved, valued, and looked upon.
It was all confidence issues for Abigail, even if she was cute, and Sam was clearly attracted to her.
“You’re beautiful, Abby, and I want you on top every time,” Sam said, appealing to her inner demons.
Shuddering with a breath, Abigail thrust herself down hard against him.
Then Jes was suddenly there, naked and in the bed with them. She loomed up over Abigail like something out of a horror movie.
Then she swooped down, her mouth pressing to Abigail’s throat, and teeth sank into her skin.
Jes’s hands were a second behind that, diving down between Abigail’s legs, her fingers immediately pressing and pushing at Abigail’s slick lips and the hood of her entry.
“Ah!?” Abigail squeaked out, her entire body shuddering as she pummeled herself down atop Sam.
Climaxing hard at the sudden amount of overwhelming attention, Abigail groaned. It sounded deep, as if it were coming up out of her guts.
Her whole body curled forward, even as Jes savagely attacked her with her fingers and teeth.
At the same time, Sam lit Abigail up from the inside with Essence and thrust up into her repeatedly.
The poor human wasn’t able to handle all of it, and her orgasm overran her mind completely as she was lost to an unending climax.
Moaning, groaning, and grinding into Sam’s hilt and Jes’s fingers, Abigail was akin to an animal in mating season.
Jes stared into Sam’s eyes, watching him as she obviously blew Abigail apart with her fingers.
Inhaling Abigail’s Essence as if it would expire in the next instant, Sam gorged himself on her. He tried to stab Essence back into her to trigger an ever-harder orgasm, thrusting both himself and his Essence spike into her over and over.
Convulsing as her channel flexed and ground down on him, Abigail knew little other than humping him, and her eyes actually rolled up into her head.
Almost half a minute passed before Abigail slipped free of her orgasm. Then she slumped forward and to one side, going limp in her bed as if she were actually dead.
Jes moved Abigail out of the way completely and then inhaled Sam’s member into her mouth.
Her full, pouty lips, massive eyes, and beautiful face stared up at him as she sucked hard at him. Begging him to feed her with the way she looked at him.
To feed her immediately.
“Please, Sam,” Jes murmured around him, her words partly distorted. “I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m so hungry. Feed me? Feed your Succubus? I’m so hungry. I’m absolutely starving. I’m so hungry I don’t even know my own name right now. Feed your Succubus. I beg you—feed me.”
Groaning, Sam couldn’t help but feel absolutely amazed at the view and how well Jes was giving him head. Her tongue swirled around him, her mouth had a perfect pressure, and she was drilling him down her throat and keeping him there for a second every time.
He suddenly did want to feed her, and he hit his orgasm without meaning to. It was all at her direction.
Bucking hard against her mouth, Sam came. And it was probably the single strongest one he’d ever had.
Jes cooed happily as he unleashed his seed into her mouth, her lips tight around him.
Letting out short, choppy breaths, Sam felt his climax lingering and holding on, dumping what felt like a never-ending amount of seed into Jes’s mouth.
Then he realized Jes was actually feeding on him. She was devouring the Emotional Essence she was generating through his orgasm.
Swallowing hard and loudly, Jes continued to bob along his length, urging him to keep giving to her.
He even felt it when she shoved an Essence spike into him to coax that last little bit out of him, just as he’d done to Abigail.
A minute after that, Sam deflated into the bed with a moan. He was spent and felt incredibly warm and comfortable.
Not to mention beyond empty. As if he’d dumped a month of seed into Jes’s mouth.
Who just continued to suck at him, her head sliding up and down slowly. Then she came off him with a self-satisfied, if very nervous-looking smile.
“Oh! That was delicious. I think that was just what I needed. Both your seed and your Essence,” she said, then lay down in the bed with him, snuggling up into his side.
Lying next to them, Abigail was still shaking off her monstrous orgasm. Her eyes were partially lidded, and a faint smile was on her face, her body twitching randomly at times.
“Yeah, that was… really different,” Sam said. He’d been with a Succubus before. It was fun, like having a partner who was good at sex could be fun, but it hadn’t been like that.
Sharing a mortal with someone was insanely different.
Jes sighed and pressed her forehead to his jaw.
“I’m your Succubus. Be sure to feed me regularly; you’re responsible for me,” she said, tapping his chin with a fingertip. “And no trying to pawn me off on someone else. I’m a one-man kind of girl. No women either. I’ll split one with you, but you’re my focus.”
“Uh huh,” Sam said. “Sure.”
Closing his eyes, he did his best not to think about anything. He really had enjoyed sharing Abigail with Jezebel. Though the blowjob had been almost too much for him.
He briefly wondered how Irma would feel about it.
Hopefully, she wouldn’t mind.
Hopefully.
***
“Did it cost you anything?” Irma asked, watching him from across her desk. She looked fascinated.
“No. She literally fed from me in the same way I do you,” Sam said.
“Interesting. Could you feed from her?” Irma asked.
“I don’t know. I wasn’t able to feed from a Succubus in the past,” Sam admitted. He’d tried. It was why in-species relationships didn’t work out for their kind. Everyone tried at least once.
“And she only wants you?” Irma asked.
“That’s what she said. I couldn’t see a lie in her, and honestly… it seemed genuine,” Sam said with a shrug.
“Mm. I’ll talk to her. If she’s genuinely bent for you and you alone, you know her true name, and she can feed from you—keep her around,” Irma said. “She could be useful for us. If she becomes a problem, use her true name to send her on her way.”
Sam nodded at that; it was the same plan he’d already come to in his head. It was rather comforting to know Irma had arrived at the same conclusion.
“We’ll need to find you another client soon,” Irma said, tapping her fingers on her desk. “I haven’t thought of a way to get you more without endangering you yet. But I’m working on it. I have a few thoughts to pursue.”
“It was easier in the past,” Sam said. “People believed more readily. Now they just think it’s crazy talk and dish it off to one side.”
“So I’m gathering. I presented it briefly to an old friend of mine—she’s a corporate ladder climber—just to see if she’d nibble. She instantly laughed it off and changed the subject. Hasn’t talked to me since,” Irma said.
“Mm. Ah well. I’m going to have another crack at Abigail tomorrow morning, and every day after if I can manage it. I’m sure she’ll end her contract on the day her n
ew job starts. If not right before,” Sam said.
“I’ll reach out to her,” Irma said, shaking her head. “Every day she keeps you here is a bonus. Maybe I can throw a little money her way. And speaking of money, can we talk about that mana crystal you gave Hillary? She said she sold it and got enough that she didn’t have to budget at all for the next three months.”
“That’s fine,” Sam said distractedly. He didn’t care much about mana crystals. They were just constructs of Essence made into a crystalline form. Anyone could use them to power things. They were as common as dirt on some planes. They just weren’t very useful to an Incubus or an Imp.
Two contracts done, and one a lingering contract to grant me a window.
First Imp acquired, Doppelganger assassin, and a… a Succubus… pet? Retainer? Employee?
Hmm.
I think we’re on the right path, though. Suppose we’ll find out.
Thirteen - Backup -
Sam’s original goal was complete. He had a foothold on the Prime once again.
One that was backed inadvertently by Jenaphila and her people.
So long as he controlled all of her agents in the city, and they continued to work for her as they had previously, she’d never know their allegiance had changed.
Jenaphila would unknowingly divert any other planar lord trying to establish themselves in Larimer, let alone this continent, away from Sam.
And I’ll be sitting here inside her circle, using her strength.
Oh… damn. I’m a parasite.
Laughing to himself, Sam got up from his desk and leaned backward, stretching.
He’d already had Lindsey four times this week since Abigail put in her two-week notice. Each and every time, he blanked her memory of the sex and turned it into a conversation about how she should better herself. What she could do to fix her resume and get herself moving. He figured it was the least he could do for her. The job market was always fluid, and one couldn’t sit on their laurels.
Lindsey seemed to be a sweet woman and he wanted to help her a bit.
She’d leave and come back the next day, making round-about suggestions about having sex in his office. Which he happily took her up on before blanking her memory again.
