Scarret smiled inside. The young one was definitely right to the point.
The succubus’s eyes flashed a bit.
“I don’t think this is going to be that easy, young one.” He said. “As unfortunate as it is, the succubus, Chase, has a claim to both; one as a prisoner and one as a lover.”
Firefly’s fist clenched and Scarret continued.
“But that doesn’t mean that an agreement cannot be reached.” He said. “I only intervened to prevent unnecessary suffering.”
“The Jinn is my leverage.” Chase began, eyes flashing to Firefly every few words. “If I deliver her to the crone, she will grant me what I desire and I, too, can break my ties with the Chain. The mortal is…”
Both Steve and Firefly stared at the blonde succubus, as if hanging on that abruptly aborted sentence.
“The mortal is loved.” Firefly finished when it became apparent Chase would not. “He is important to Gillian Dupree, Remy LaTrobe…and to me.”
“Falling in love with your master is a violation of your own code, is it not?” Chase said, though there was no hint of accusation. “It seems we all are violating our own nature for this human.”
“I have a respect for him and owe him a debt.” Scarret said. “He had just not lived that portion of his life yet.”
Firefly’s face was lost in concentration, the flash of stars intensifying around her face as she processed the entire conversation. Chase seemed ready to speak again when Firefly’s thoughts finally coalesced and she could see the succubus swallow her statement before feeling interrupted.
“What is it the crone has promised you, Chase?” She asked. “Perhaps I can trade you something equally valuable for my sister, Cinder. As for Steve, he is free to make his own decisions, though I warn you I will not let you consume him without a fight.”
Again, silence dominated the small space. The succubus seemed poised to speak at least three times before finally managing to move the conversation forward.
“The crone has offered me the chance to know love.” She started. “The ability to be with a lover without destroying them.”
Scarret felt the words hit him like a ton of bricks. Is that even possible?
“I want to have the ability to make love to someone over and over again. I thought I could hold myself back with Steve, considering…”
“Considering what?” Firefly asked.
“That I have feelings for him…and the others.”
Firefly paused, staring between the beautiful blonde and Steve’s handsome and rugged face, even though she knew he wasn’t in the driver’s seat. There was a chance he was watching, though.
“I could grant that.”
“What?” Scarret asked, jumping into the conversation. He was feeling more and more overwhelmed at everything that was going on.
“At least, I think so.” Firefly grinned. “I could at least try, right? I’ve heard this crone collects magical items and creatures because she has no native magic of her own. Maybe your need is just a convenience and Cinder was the tool to grant it.”
The succubus crossed around behind Steve and over to Firefly’s side of the bed. There was a tenseness in the air but it dissipated as the woman placed her palm on the Jinn’s shoulder. Scarret watched at the muscled relaxed and the joint seemed to slip painlessly back in place. It was unexpected, but not as unexpected as the creature’s next move.
She dropped to one knee in front of the much smaller woman and looked up into those sparkling eyes.
“Please try.”
Chapter Eleven
The scarab was the only reason Gillian could think of that the woman touching her would think she was someone else. It had fallen just before she had arrived in the treasure chamber and the odd sensation she had felt must have been a transformation. The reason it had somehow chosen a man that appeared to be the lover of this woman was unknown. Maybe it simply disguised the beneficiary as the person the least likely to arouse suspicion.
“No, this time I want to have your body to myself, Akeela.” The woman sighed, breaking the kiss as she gently pressed Gillian’s hands away from between her legs. “I want to feel it in my body and taste it on my lips.”
Gillian hadn’t said much at all, but it hadn’t raised suspicions yet as far as she could tell. The woman’s desire for her had fanned her own fire, though that had started glowing the moment the beauty had graced the room. It was her body that was causing her the anxiety. She was more than comfortable being with a woman. The last month with Remy had sealed that deal. Her experiences with girls in college had been fun, but limited, but the young actress was nearly insatiable. Being with a woman was one thing, a simple thing. Being with a woman as a man was something entirely different.
The touch of the woman’s hand was electrifying. It stroked up and down her cock with a grip that was somehow rough and silky at the same time. She squeezed it tightly, but the movements were fluid and somehow pulled at something deep within her. Hot kisses were trailing down her chest, teeth nipping at nipples that were rock hard but didn’t possess a fraction of the sensation she was used to feeling. Her frustration was palpable. The odd and unfamiliar sexual sensations were the equivalent of a foreign movie with no subtitles; she could understand some of it from context, but she knew she was mission out of the nuance.
With a snap of the beautiful Latina’s fingers, Gillian felt the binding restrictions of her clothes vanish and a light breeze wafted over her body. Goosebumps raced those sweet lips in a competition to see which could reach the core of her faster. Lips edged out and Gillian felt the heat of the woman’s breath on her cock for the first time.
“Oh.” She sighed, realizing a moment later that it hadn’t been a thought.
“Oh, yes.” The eyes peering over her stomach said. “I want your seed down my throat where I can feel you this afternoon when I do audience. I want your cock to stretch open my pussy and ass so I have to hide the way I walk into the royal chamber.”
Gillian felt her cock twitch in appreciation of the dirty talk. It twitched even harder when the first wetness of her tongue lit up the nerve endings on the underside of her shaft, giving no respite from the pleasure as it slicked its way up the entire length and circled the head slowly. Eyes still played on hers, emoting nothing but lust and desire. Both were contagious.
“Suck my cock.” Gillian whispered. She didn’t know exactly what her role was in the events playing out, but she knew being a silent observer probably wasn’t going to cut it. It might mean her death if she was discovered.
Those gorgeous eyes looked up at her again, tongue still poised on her cock. It was the moment of truth, wasn’t it?
“You going to make Alessa your slut?” She whispered.
Gillian answered not with words but with her hands. Lips parted delicately as the redhead guided that remarkable face deeper into her lap, feeling tongue and cheeks clasp down on it as it slid deeper into that hot, wet embrace.
“That’s it.” She groaned.
Alessa’s lips hungrily searched for the base of her Akeela’s shaft and Gillian helped her find it. Gentle pressure told the beauty that her lover was not going to be satisfied by anything short of fully burying her cock down that velvet throat. She held her in place, feeling the pulsing grip of her gag reflex and the constant press of that delicious tongue.
Over the course of the next five minutes, Gillian discovered another side of her personality. Taking a more and more active role, her cock was plunging in and out of Alessa’s throat with long, controlled strokes that left the beauty gasping for air given any break. There wasn’t much stopping her, though, and certainly not the gentle, whispered urgings of her new lover.
“Bury that cock in me and send your seed into the core of me.”
Gillian found herself doing just that a moment later. She grunted and groaned as the unfamiliar orgasm flooded her body, curling her toes as she held Alessa’s head rigid, her cock planted deeply in the MILFs incredible throat. How m
uch was she going to cum? She didn’t know. It seemed to go on and on, but was it really more than a lover like Steve’s? She convinced herself that it wasn’t, but she really had no way of knowing. All she knew was that its recipient was squirming in her arms, those dark-brown eyes glazed with lust.
“Get on your back, whore.” Gillian said, hearing the loud, wet gasp as she withdrew her cock suddenly.
Alessa snapped her fingers and this time her own clothes vanished, leaving Gillian in awe of the golden-skinned body that lay before her. The curves were breathtaking and she practically glowed with sexual energy.
She thought she should be trying to find a way to remove herself from the situation and continue her mission.
But what’s the fun of that?
Chapter Twelve
Chase felt something in her body that was different and it wasn’t the cock grinding its way in and out of her supple ass. It was fear, anxiety, and an odd sense of confidence in the blue-haired creature that she had been about to kill just an hour ago.
Whether or not this was going to be a valid test or not wasn’t entirely clear. If the mortal pleasuring her body came, it would be his third at her hands. No mortal had yet surpassed that, but Steve Ballard was not just any mortal. Somehow he had entered the world of magic and quickly gained a cadre of magical beings willing to work their powers on his behalf. Trinkets and baubles aside, the magic at the former soldier’s disposal rivaled that of the crone herself. Not one but three Jinn and now the power of a succubus she herself admired. He was the confusing part. Did it count as three considering Steve Ballard’s consciousness wasn’t in control, or was the body itself the deciding factor.
She was desperate to know the answer, but even more desperate for his thrusts deep into her to continue. Fingers clamped hard on her nipples, twisting them as her body bucked back into the shaft penetrating her from behind. Just as no man had withstood his third orgasm, no man had provided her with that magical number, either. Sadly, none had even come close. He was praising her body with his lips at the back of her neck, not so much as talking to her rather than just talking about her; her beauty, how tight her ass was, how beautiful a slut she was.
It was his incubus powers, working on even her. It was the most erotic experience she could remember. She debated letting that stroking cock make her cum and the longer she took to make her decision, the more her decision was being made for her until it was completely out of her hands.
“Oh, God.” She said, as if bracing herself for what her body was suddenly telegraphing to her brain. Something beautiful was about to happen.
Chase felt like she was waiting for the starting lights to tick down at an auto race, nervously anticipating the explosion of engines and the assault on the rest of her senses those thundering machines would provide.
The light turned green the moment she heard her lover grunt behind her, burying his exploding cock deep enough into her ass to compress her cheeks, giving her more than another glorious inch.
Light exploded from the two of them in a ring, racing outwards and disappearing through the walls of the room with a reverberating sound that rattled the generic paintings on the walls.
“Does that mean it worked?” She asked.
Chase was so desperate to escape her current life that she had taken the waifish Jinn at her word, relinquishing her prize for the promise of life-altering magic. The actual casting of it was anticlimactic and she had to remind herself that it was the nature of that sort of thing. Hollywood liked to make magic dramatic. Firefly’s spell had simply consisted of her getting a puzzled look on her face for a minute, then shrugging and saying ‘that’s it.’
After the Jinn’s hasty departure and Chase’s own oath that she would do him no harm, she and the creature inhabiting the mortal’s body had fallen on each other, their respective powers sparking each libido in turn.
“I’m not sure.” He said. “There’s some question about whether or not that counts since I’m…”
“That’s what I thought.” Chase said, gazing over at him with delight on her face. She wanted to be with Steve Ballard again, but this new force intrigued her.
The mortal body leaned over and kissed her on the lips, leaving her own lips searching for more as he pulled back. She opened her eyes and saw a smile that seemed so different than those she had fallen for with Steve. “We should go take a shower and make sure that our test is valid.”
Chase grinned. “I like the way you think…what was your name, again?”
“Scarret.” The incubus said, withdrawing a stray finger from her tight pussy and bringing it up to her lips.
The blonde felt a pulse between her legs that was somehow even stronger than it had been when his finger was inside her.
Chapter Thirteen
It was more luck than anything else and Remy would be the first one to admit it. The fling with the guard had been steamy and hot, but he smacked of clingy. She had decided that a vase over the top of his head would at least give her some time to figure out her way back to the Chain, not simply transport her there immediately with him crumpled at her feet in a snoring pile. She brushed back his hair and saw that he seemed to be sleeping peacefully.
“Sorry about that, guy.” She said. “I did have a good time.”
Remy was about to open the door behind her when she heard a whoosh of air behind her. She whirled, her mind coming up with a thousand defenses, both physical and verbal.
It was Steve Ballard and Firefly. She felt the tears welling up in her eyes immediately.
“Remy?” Steve asked.
“Thank God.” She whispered. “Gillian went in here.”
Firefly zipped directly through the wall, returning a few seconds later. “Not in there.” She said. “But I think I can find her.”
“How did you get here, how did…” Remy stuttered, not sure if she meant to address her lover or his Jinn.
“We have made some new friends that have been rather helpful.” Steve said, embracing her. “Firefly, show us the way.”
“Cinder?” Remy said, breathlessly from under his arm.
“Fine.” Steve said.
“She’s in there.”
Both looked up at the Jinn, pointing at a chamber guarded by what appeared to be two stone statues made of glittering marble and polished to an almost obscene glow.
“I’m betting we’re not just walking in there.” Steve sighed.
“I can.”
Neither statue budged as the blue-haired beauty zipped through the doorway fast enough to raise a little trail of dust on the floor like a cartoon roadrunner.
Sweat finally started dripping from Steve’s brow after about two minutes of waiting for the pesky Jinn’s return.
“Is she okay?” Remy whispered.
The two both saw the puff of dust returning before Firefly re-materialized, a puzzled look beneath her starry complexion.
“What is it?” Steve asked, deciding instinctively to pull her into his arms. She needed it and he wasn’t going to question why. “Is she in there?”
“Yeah.” Firefly said. “But there’s something you ought to know.”
Steve loosened his grip even though he felt unwilling to let her go. “What?”
“She’s not in there.”
“What?” Remy asked.
“She’s not in there.” Firefly repeated.
“Gillian’s not in there?”
“Gillian is in there.”
A silence was finally broken.
“But she’s a guy.”
Remy’s right eyebrow ticked upwards like a logical alien from one of her favorite television shows. She was learning to not find things shocking ever since she had joined Steve and Gillian.
“How do you…”
“I just know.” Firefly said, soberly, then peeped over Steve’s forearm, catching Remy’s eye.
The Jinn mouthed the words; but she’s a cute guy.
The freckle-faced brunette actress covered her nose with h
er fingers a moment too late to cover the snort that itself made her erupt into laughter. The Jinn smiled back at her with a grin that would have sobered a Cheshire cat.
“Firefly.” Steve said, flatly.
“Steve.”
“What’s going on in there?” He nodded to the large, metal door.
Firefly’s eyes lit up. “There’s this kind of a sultan, middle-eastern, nomadic thing with lots of draped gauze and big cushions on the floor. It reminds me of this one Lebanese gentleman about four-hundred years ago that thought that the best goats were…”
“With Gillian.” He sighed. She was so frustrating, he thought, though he realized he hadn’t released her from his arms.
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