Incubus Inc

by Randi Darren

  Her eye slowly closed, unable to handle what was happening. She was almost unable to breathe, it seemed.

  And right when she peaked, Sam spiked her with far more ferocity than he needed to. He practically cooked her inside out with the force of it.

  Squealing, Carissa shuddered like a leaf in the wind and dropped into a world that existed only for her orgasm.

  The sound of her being plowed down into the bed was loud in his ears as she rode out her high for an entire minute.

  When she finally started to come down, Sam let himself climax and pushed up into her. Unloading into her.

  With several grunts to accompany the thrusts, Sam ended his meal and let out a sigh.

  “That was lovely,” he said, patting Carissa’s hips.

  “It was amazing. But I’m numb,” Carissa mumbled, her eye slowly opening only to close again. Her legs slipped from her fingers and sank down to each side of Sam’s hips. “From the hips down, I can’t feel a thing. It’s all numb.”

  “Oh. Does that mean we can go again?” Sam asked with a grin.

  “Yes. Yes, please,” Carissa said in a whisper. “Slower this time, though. I want to feel every thrust.”

  Thirty - Scales -

  Sam opened his eyes at the sound of the door closing. He’d been lightly dozing as he sat there waiting. He was the last person to arrive, and he was still five minutes early.

  They were in a room that’d been put together specifically for meetings. It even had a TV strapped to a cart on wheels that was hooked up to a laptop.

  He imagined there were more professional ways to do this, but they were just starting out.

  “Thank you everyone for coming. If I had known you would all be early, I would have come early myself and got us going,” Irma said, moving to the front of the room. “I thought it’d be a good time to have… a meeting of sorts. We’ve got some new employees, new assets, resources, and even a company.”

  “Yes, a very good idea. Thank you, Irma,” Jes said, clapping her hands together gently. Everyone immediately began following Jes’s lead and clapped for the Imp. Sam joined in, grinning.

  Apparently, his role was silent partner. Which he was more than happy to play.

  He wasn’t the type of person to lead, from the front or the back.

  Nor was he the glue that bound everyone together in a united purpose.

  Beyond that, he most certainly wasn’t the type of person to manage all their needs.

  Sam was an Incubus. He had sex.

  A lot of sex.

  He could do any number of things. Essence sorcery, a great swordsman, a solid marksman, a charmer, and a good mind. The list of things he was good or at least passable at was almost endless.

  But nothing on that list included being someone at the top. It was one of the reasons he’d had Jenaphila and her entire team to begin with

  “First, our most recent take,” Irma said, folding her hands behind her back. “The counts have come in. We’ve tallied up everything and sold what we could. Everyone who took part in the operation is receiving a forty-thousand-dollar cut.”

  “Shit,” Tiffany said, and then laughed. “Apparently gunrunning isn’t where the money is at.”

  The rest of the team looked pleased with the news of their first paycheck.

  To Sam, it meant they’d made a lot of money. For everyone to get a piece that large, it meant they pulled down a significant haul.

  “Definitely feels like we had a great first outing,” Irma said with a wide smile. “With that in mind, I’ve purchased this apartment building outright. The whole thing. This is a good location. It’s a nice area, and we’ve already been settling in here.

  “I’m keeping some of the lower floors as apartments to generate some revenue and provide us with cover. The rest of the building will be only for us. All the tenants have been removed.”

  “Great,” Stacia said with a sigh. “That means Wren and Tiffany will be wandering around all over in nothing but pants instead of just on their floor.”

  “What?” Wren asked defensively. “It’s comfortable.”

  “What you actually mean,” Decima said in a low tone, “is you’re attempting to bait my husband to your bed.

  “You should be honest with your intent to hunt him. Hiding your intention is disrespectful to the other hunters.

  “Hunt him openly, and I’ll wish you victory.”

  Wren and Tiffany both turned bright red while Stacia, Carissa, Hillary, and Irene looked unsure.

  “New rule,” Irma said with a hint of heat to her voice. “A basic dress code when not in your own apartment.

  “And moving on to the next point in this conversation, I’m having work done on the building. The elevator and stairs will go no higher than the last floor with normal tenants. A key will be required to go any higher than that. You’ll each receive one.

  “The stairs will be bricked up, however. That means you’ll need to familiarize yourself with the fire escape from your windows. I’m having those replaced and updated as well.”

  Irene lifted a hand.

  “Yes?” Irma asked, looking at the Witch.

  “If you need help with the inspectors, let me know,” Irene said. “I’ve found that it’s rather easy to get the bribe right when you can just read their minds.”

  “Oh, that’d be helpful. Thank you,” Irma said with a smile. “Any other questions on the building?”

  No one responded to that, and several shook their heads.

  “Okay. Next, we’re officially a private military company. We’re licensed, registered, and accepted. That comes with a whole hell of a lot of oversight, especially with so many of us being Paranormal in nature, but it’s done,” Irma said with a nod of her head.

  “That’s exciting,” Jes said, bouncing lightly in her chair. “Did we go with the name I suggested?”

  “Errr… yes. We did, in the end,” Irma said with a defeated smile. “Jes submitted a name, logo, and brand. Considering we were on a short time limit, I went with it. Some of you already know. For those who don’t, we’re officially Incubus-Succubus. Or… Inc-Suc for short. It rolls up into the parent company, Incubus Inc.”

  “Be sure to suck your Incubus,” Jes said the second Irma stopped talking.

  “Yes… I did drop that tagline from your suggestion, I’m afraid,” Irma said, then tapped something on the laptop next to her. “The logo remained, however.”

  Coming into view on the screen was what Sam could only describe as a smiley face.

  One half of it was blue, the other pink. Horns sprouted up from both sides of the head, though the pink side looked more feminine, with eyelashes on the eye and the mouth colored red. The blue side looked more masculine, while also appearing more sinister.

  There was a certain playfulness to it that definitely fit with Jes’s personality.

  “I like it,” Hillary said.

  “It shouldn’t interfere with my seals,” Decima said. She was looking down at the top of the table in front of her as she diligently carved at a piece of a wood with a knife.

  Sam didn’t need to see it to know it was a purity seal. Witch hunters had their own form of magic. A totemic form. Magic that worked exclusively with mana, and magic that was entirely devoid of any source.

  Witch hunters could become impressive shamans if they wished. Which never happened, of course.

  Decima hadn’t unbent in the slightest since Sam had brought her back to life. If anything, she’d only entrenched herself in her own personal mental bunker.

  She was willing to deal with her co-workers and Sam, but it was obvious she had no love for them. Let alone even like. It was the barest form of neutrality.

  While she had been shown the truth of it all, she wasn’t able to get rid of her prejudices.

  At least not yet.

  Sam was hopeful that’d change in time. She had a long while to work on it, after all.

  Carissa, on the other hand, had launched herself full force in
to the squad. She’d spent a good amount of time at firing ranges with Wren and Tiffany already.

  “Is this a patch we wear on official missions and pull off for unofficial ones?” Carissa asked. “Actually, the better question is are we doing unofficial missions?”

  “Of course. How else are we going to make the big money? We just need a few legit missions in case anyone comes asking or looking,” Irma said. “I’ll be relying on you, Tiffany, Stacia, and Irene to figure out which missions to avoid. We’re not out to make an actual enemy out of Jenaphila just yet.”

  Yet.

  Operative word there. Yet.

  Sam couldn’t help but feel genuine annoyance at the mention of Jena. It was a constant battle to remind himself that he didn’t have to leap at her straightaway.

  That he wasn’t here for revenge.

  He’d already accomplished his original goal of settling into the plane. He had a few portals, a feed harem, and willing partners at a moment’s notice.

  “…are we really, though?” Stacia was saying. “I’ve been going through my notes, some of the data we recovered, and I talked it out with Irene.

  “We’re pretty sure we’ve found a vault of sorts. We’re not really sure what’s there, but… I can only imagine.”

  “A vault?” Irma asked, her delicate brows coming down over her eyes.

  “That’s what it looks like,” Irene offered. “We’ve been tearing through everything we took and what we know. It doesn’t show up often, but when it does, it’s large dollar amounts and lots of heavy-duty security.”

  “I talked to Alexis about it a little as well,” Stacia said. “She didn’t know much, but a few people on the city council had heard a bit of it. Usually it was a ‘I shouldn’t know about it’ kind of thing.”

  “Alexis?” Tiffany asked, looking confused.

  “She’s in Sam’s feed harem; she’s an Imp,” Irma said. “Though that’s a good point. I should put together an organizational chart and have everyone come in at some point. Sorry. New to this whole… leading a company thing.”

  “You’re doing fine. Certainly better than I’d do,” Sam said.

  “Where’s the vault?” Carissa asked.

  “South America,” Stacia said. “From what we can tell, she’s made deals with a few cartels down there to help provide assistance.”

  “Vampires then,” Carissa said. “The very nasty kind of vampires.”

  “Black-kin,” Decima said with a sneer. “They’re not protected in any way in the afterlife. It was one of the few things that didn’t receive a condemnation that would damn me for all time. The sheer number of Black-kin I killed.”

  “Black-kin?” Irma asked.

  “Think of Stacia,” Decima said, lifting her hands up. “Now remove everything that makes her human at all, and add everything animalistic from a Were. Black-kin Vampires are monsters of old.”

  “They die like anything else,” Wren said. “We’re up to the task.”

  “True,” Decima agreed with a smile. Turning to look at Wren, she nodded her head at the other woman, who nodded back.

  “Wait—do we really want to do this, though?” Hillary asked. “We just gave Jena a pretty nasty black eye, didn’t we?”

  “Definitely,” Irene said. “But that doesn’t matter, does it? From what we know of her, her thinking is limited.”

  “It is,” Sam said, nodding his head. “Whatever is closest at hand.”

  “We should talk about the other open contracts first,” Carissa interjected. “The vault isn’t going anywhere, is it?”

  “That’s… well, it might,” Stacia said. “If someone high up enough hears about our attack and what we stole, they might convince Jena to move it elsewhere. We should consider it a contract with a timer on it, I’d say.

  “Though I do agree, we should talk about the other opportunities first.”

  Everyone turned back to Irma.

  “Ah… alright,” Irma said, looking slightly flustered. “I didn’t have anything else to really talk about that was important. I can just hand out the meeting agenda with notes afterward. I wasn’t sure what we’d end up covering anyways, so I prepared ahead.”

  “Very smart,” Hillary said.

  “Yes, good planning,” Jes said with a smile.

  “Contracts then,” Irma said. Reaching over, she tapped something on the laptop that was set up on the TV cart. “We have four available. Two were sent to us directly, two are available through an open statement with our government handlers.

  “Of the four, two are legal, one is questionable, and one simply isn’t.”

  Everyone was watching now as Irma tapped her way through several screens.

  “The two from the government are… well, they’re very standard. Run a guard detail for a set time limit. One for three months, one for six. It’s convoy duty and patrol work. It isn’t for an official war as of yet, but as you’ve maybe heard, things are heating up with the Elves in the Middle East,” Irma said. “That’s where both contracts would take us.”

  “I really don’t like the idea of making myself a target,” Wren grumbled. “Especially for Elves. Can’t tell you how many kills I’ve gotten when people are sent to do something like that.”

  “Agreed,” Decima said, laying down her knife and the seal. “Putting ourselves in a position like that is not agreeable. Inherently, it puts a lot of risk on us for little to no reward.”

  “It sounds more like working a temp job,” Carissa said.

  Irma looked around at the rest of the group. No one offered anything else, but it was rather obvious no one was in favor of this one.

  “Okay,” Irma said and then removed two icons from the screen she was sharing. “That eliminates those two. We can always pick something else from our handlers at another time. I get the impression this is a fairly standard thing that gets hired out.”

  “That leaves two. One is… one is a trap from Jena. At least we’re ninety-nine percent certain of that,” Irma said. “The pay is too high, the goal seems too easy, the enemy too weak, and the requirements almost mimic exactly what we did to her. It doesn’t look right from any angle. At all.”

  Everyone was nodding to that.

  “Did they only give it to us?” Jes asked. “Or did they give it to a few people?”

  “No idea, and no way of really knowing,” Irma said. “Though I get the impression it’s more than likely they sent it to others. It’s not as if they knew we were the ones who pulled off the heist. I think they simply blanketed every mercenary company they couldn’t rule out with an invitation to the contract.”

  “That sounds… very Jena,” Sam said with some annoyance. “Never a scalpel, always a sledgehammer.”

  “And the last contract?” Tiffany asked. “The illegal one.”

  “Sweep and clear,” Irma said. “Though I think this one is an automatic decline. The stated goal is… ambiguous at best. Sweep and clear an area, nothing else listed. Just a fairly high value attached to its completion.”

  “That’s it?” Hillary asked.

  “That’s it,” Irma confirmed.

  “I don’t understand,” Hillary said, looking around.

  “They want us to kill everyone there,” Carissa said. “Kill everyone and get rid of the bodies.”

  Decima wrinkled her nose at that and shook her head. “I… would very much like to avoid killing innocents. I spent enough time in hell already.”

  “What?” Wren asked, looking at Decima.

  The witch hunter shook her head, refusing to respond. Instead, she looked back to the seal she’d been working on and resumed her work.

  “Hell is real,” Sam said. “Just not in the way you think of it. Hell and heaven are the same place. The weight of your soul determines what you have to do or endure to enjoy your afterlife. Suffice it to say, killing people who don’t deserve it, who aren’t out for your own life, is a quick way to a few centuries spent in eternal torment.”

  “A second feels l
ike an hour, an hour a day, and a day a year,” Decima muttered. “I’ll not jeopardize myself again. Not in any way.”

  Everyone but Hillary, Irma, and Jes looked rather concerned and flustered now. Sam imagined those who were nervous had rather bloody pasts.

  “If it helps,” Sam said. “Good deeds do help to weigh out the bad. Even if they’re good deeds made for selfish reasons. Though to be fair… you’re all immortal as long as you’re bound to me. You have time.”

  “Can I see how much… how much ah…” Tiffany trailed off, unsure how to phrase it.

  “Evil,” Decima said simply, shaking her head. Her face was a massive frown.

  “No, there isn’t,” Sam said. “Like I said, you have time. Anyways. Continue, my Beloved Imp.”

  Irma smiled at the title and blushed faintly.

  “And… that’s where we’re at,” she finished.

  “I vote on the vault contract,” Irene said.

  “As do I,” Decima said. “Fighting Black-kin is a good and righteous mission.”

  Everyone who had just been nervous about the condition of their afterlife started talking.

  Looks like it’s the vault, if only for the sake of being able to fight evil.

  “Okay,” Irma said during a break in the agreements to take on the vault. She turned to Stacia and Irene. “I need you two to put together a mission brief for us. Then we’ll start planning, buying tickets, and transferring our gear. In the meantime… I might hire some other people to run one of those patrols for the government. Sub-contract it out, as it were. Would help pad our company profile. Even if we don’t make a penny off it.”

  “Oh, that’s a good idea,” Carissa said, nodding her head. Then she turned to Stacia and Irene. “I’ll help you two out with the details and prep this with you. I’ve had some experience in this previously.”

  Everyone in the room seemed to be firming up their plans for the rest of the day. The meeting was clearly turning to a close, and most of the work would now fall on Stacia, Irene, Carissa, and Irma.

  For that, Sam was grateful. He didn’t really want anything to do with planning an operation like this.

  Instead, he turned to Tiffany, who was sitting next to him.