Mara

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POWER AND PASSION

MARA

I t's been weeks since I made a pact and a plan with the guys. Our strategy has changed as we pick up more information and brainstorm possible endings. Most end with one or all of us dead. It's been a struggle to stay positive, but I believe if we are given enough time, we can figure it out.

While we discuss Samael and his revenge, I'm still grappling with my decision about the guild. If we manage to escape our deaths and are able to remain together, I don't know how I'd feel about continuing my assassin missions. I'd also have to figure out how I can feed myself. If my succubus nature remains, I'll still require sexual energy to thrive. I feel this issue should be figured out last, because if we can't free ourselves from Samael, then I don't need to worry about my sex problem. It continues to weigh on my mind, no matter what the right thing to do is.

Setting that thought aside, I begin the process of getting ready for work. I stand before the bathroom mirror, observing my reflection and noticing slight variances. My green eyes are brighter. I've been smiling more lately, with the guys around. Not just experiencing physical changes, but also a sense of wholeness in my chest as my thoughts and emotions balance out. My anger towards the world has dissipated. My chest no longer hurts when I witness couples together doing sweet, romantic things.

Thoughts of the guys sneak into my mind. I've been treated kindly by Cass and Ash, who make sweet gestures like opening doors and pulling out chairs. However, Creed has been the most attentive. He demonstrates his affection by holding my hand, kissing my cheek, running a bath for me, and taking advantage of any moment to cuddle with me on the chair. I'm becoming quite attached to him and making sure my doubts don't interfere with my emotions. I've made up my mind to savor every moment I can. Stay in the now and address any issues that come my way one at a time.

I've had five other contracts since Theo's and am managing to keep them separate from my time with the guys, but it's getting more difficult as the days go by. Asher almost caught me again the other night as I was coming out of the club. I was on my way to the South side of Philly to wrangle up a woman abuser. I convinced him that some of the ladies from the club were taking me out on the town for the night and I'd see them the next day. He looked at me with suspicion, but didn't hassle me about it.

If we continue to get close, or even remain good friends, I'll have to talk to them about my extracurricular activities without giving them any specific information on the guild. It's going to be a unique conversation, but one that must be had.

Walking down the stairs in jeans and a hoodie, I spot a smiling Creed in the back entry. Mist must have let him in.

"You look beautiful," Creed says as he leans over to kiss my check, and I actually blush. "I'm liking your new wardrobe. I think you look prettier in everyday clothes. More to imagine." He winks and I must look like I'm sunburnt, because I can feel the heat radiating off of my skin.

I've taken up comfy clothes since my circumstances have changed. Hanging out with a bunch of men that I like makes me want to just be me. I want them to be able to see the real me, not the underdressed dancer or succubus.

"Thanks." I smile timidly. "It's been really nice fitting in. I didn't realize just how much I stood out. People must have looked at me like I was lost. It's okay at the club, but on the streets, not so much."

Creed pinches my chin and lifts my face to his. "You have always been a beautiful woman. No matter what you wear, or what form you take." He leans down and touches his lips to mine. We separate and I smile up at him. I think I'm melting

"What was that for?" I ask.

"Because your lips called to mine, and I had to obey," he teases and kisses the tip of my nose.

"I liked it. We should do that more often." I lift up on my toes and return the kiss with one holding more passion. My toes curl and he moans.

"Now that I can get used to," he smiles at me and with a single stroke down my face with his finger, he turns to leave. "I'll walk you to work."

I lace my fingers with his and we step out of the house into the backyard. Creed walks me down the sidewalk and as we make our way closer to the club he slows. Pulling me into his side he asks, "Can we hang out tonight after you're done with work? I'd really like to spend more time with you"

"Absolutely. I would love that. Did you want to meet me here, at the club, or back at the house?" I squeeze his hand.

"I'll be here when you're done." He squeezes back before letting me go. I turn to walk in and he slaps my ass. I jump and give him a scowl before breaking out into a grin.

"See you then," I say, blowing him a kiss and a little wave.

The night didn't want to end. The customers were too handsy, and were being outright assholes. The bartenders were swamped, and the dancers weren't being tipped well. All-in-all, it could have gone better, but I've also seen way worse.

Creed is waiting for me outside as I exit. As he leans against the corner of the building, he gives off a casual vibe, but his expression changes to a smirk when he spots me. "Are you ready to hang with me?"

"Definitely," I reply, putting my hand in his. "Tonight was a real drain. Why are humans such assholes?"

"Do you want to talk about it?" he asks.

"Not really. Same shit, different day. It's just getting to be too much," I reply, leaning into his strong body. "I just want to forget about my life and spend the rest of the day with you."

"So, are you saying you like me?" A smile creeps up on his face as he teases me.

I smack my open palm on his chest. "Maybe I do. Is that a problem?"

"A problem," he laughs. "I'm thrilled."

With his hand in mine, we continue walking down the dimly lit sidewalk. Like lovers, we enjoy teasing each other. His personality makes me happy. And that's all I want, is to be happy again. To not feel as if I'm a walking statue. A flawlessly sculpted piece meant to be admired by others. To poke and prod and dissect with their eyes. I am like any creature. My greatest wish is to experience love. My need is to feel important just for what I hold inside.

I've had enough of being objectified or manipulated by others. Like humans, I too was created by God, despite not being one.

As we approach the house, Creed stops abruptly and fixes his gaze on me. "Not just me and you but the others as well? We don't want to overwhelm you or invade your space."

"No, I've been enjoying my time with all of you." I smile back. "It's nice to have someone in my life. It gets hard being alone and stuck in your own head. I'm amazed I haven't gone mad all these years with the things that taunt me.

"We really do like you, Mara. And we've come to care for you a great deal. I know the other two are not as fun as me, but they have your happiness and safety in mind," he explains. "We are also not used to anyone other than each other. Adding in a smart, attractive woman, now that's a change in our pattern and lifestyle."

"Has it been a burden for you?" I turn my head down. Staring at the broken pieces of the concrete walkway. "I don't want to cause any problems, and if I'm an issue for you three, then please tell me, because that is not what I want to be."

"Mara." Creed cups my cheek. "You are nothing close to a burden. If anything, you are our salvation. If we can figure out the perfect plan to outwit Samael, then we can be happy without looking over our shoulders and waiting for him to escape Hell and take us out."

"But what if we can't find a way out of his grip? What if all of this is pointless?" A tear rolls down my check.

"We will figure it out." Creed leans closer to me. "We don't want to follow a man who feeds off of pain. His cruelty was hidden from us until you. We saw a small part of it all those years ago. We knew there was more to it, we just didn't want to face the truth, but we felt more and more uneasy. To hear his cruelty from your lips and see the pain on your face, the heartbreak you still carry, everything falls into place, his cruelty, his narcissism. We can no longer turn away from his cruel deeds. We will not leave you to his cruelty. We want to fight with you and for you. We want to do what is right."

"How could you see me as anything other than evil? I might be beautiful on the outside, but in my head I'm messed up. My heart is blackened and my soul is tainted by rage and vengeance." I can't look him in the eyes.

"Let's go inside and continue this conversation," he says. Lowering his hand from my face. "It wouldn't be good if we were caught out here unaware and end up having to defend ourselves from a mugging or something similar."

Our path leads us into the abandoned yard. Creed guides me by placing his hand on my lower back as we make our way around the property to enter. Only when we are behind a locked door does he lower his arm. I feel more at ease just from his touch. His presence makes me feel secure. He also shields me from the struggles within myself. He calms the boiling blood that courses through my veins.

He must be able to see me struggling with my emotions, because he guides me to the chair in the living room. I silently sit on the edge and stare at the chipped coffee table. Creed sits back in the chair and pulls me into him. Holding me, he buries his face in the side of my neck.

"Talk to me Mara," he whispers. "I know something is bothering you. You can trust me. I am here for you. I want to be here for you."

"I feel shame," I blurt out in a whisper.

"Why?" he asks softly.

"When I'm with you, I feel shame." The tears, trapped for so long, trail down my face and land on his arms. "I have been forced to do things I am not proud of. Even now, I do things in the name of revenge. I am not a good person."

He doesn't attempt to quiet me or wipe away my tears. Creed allows me to experience my emotions. In his embrace, I can confront and navigate my pain. To process the things I've done and understand the truth behind them. I am a shell of a creature filled with turbulent waters. I'm treading water with no life boat. There were no souls courageous enough to sail through my storm to reach the eye. For eternity, I have been wandering in darkness, hidden away from the light. Instead of retreating and diminishing, I chose to embrace that darkness and journey with it.

With a kiss on my neck, he holds me tight. Forgetting about the pain, I allow myself to relax. I close my eyes and let him awaken the dormant parts of me. His hand glides over my neck, carefully brushing my hair away to expose my sensitive skin. While he kisses my pulse, his hands glide up and down my arms. There's a flutter in my heart and a tingling sensation in my lower abdomen. I'm not accustomed to this kind of experience, but I'm thoroughly enjoying the sensations. I long for more, and Creed doesn't let me down.

He moves his tongue along my neck, stopping at my ear lobe. As he puts it in his mouth, I start to squirm while he sucks. There's something deeper than lust here. I can sense our connection spreading through me and igniting my core. It's about forming a real connection, experiencing intimacy, and feeling attracted to someone. A moan breaks through my lips as he playfully bites and sucks on my earlobe, transforming squirming into grinding. My body needs the friction.

"Mara, can I continue?" He releases my lobe and whispers across my skin. Goosebumps appear along my arms, and all I can do is hold on to this feeling and nod my head, urging him to keep going.

Not only does he touch my skin with his lips, but he also tastes with his tongue. The sensation of his touch on my abdomen makes my pussy muscles quiver. I feel the moment the silk of my panties get wet and I need more than the teasing. So much more.

"Creed," I whimper. "Please."

I'm not one to beg, but his hands on me make it impossible to concentrate on anything else. He shifts his muscular hand to cover my pubic region. He gently curves his fingers around my jean-covered mound, increasing the pressure and moving them in small circles. The friction causes me to buck. He grips my right inner thigh with his unoccupied hand and pulls my legs slightly apart. With the changing intensity, my desire only grows. Once more, he sinks his teeth into my ear, causing me to moan anew. My hand cups his as my greed for him skyrockets. I yearn for his body.

"That greedy little cunt is so wet, angel," he teases. Creed's voice is low and raspy and hot. It's the fuel igniting my passion, and it's about to consume me completely.

"It's because of you that my pussy is drenched. Your hands are magic," I reply huskily. "I don't think you understand my nature. It's been since the beginning that my body has been used for other's pleasure and now it's used to keep me alive. It's been so long since I've enjoyed another's touch. My body is vibrating with its need for you."

"Really," he smirks. "Would you like me to continue what I am doing now or move onto other activities?"

"Just keep moving forward, don't stop your touching. My body is humming with every caress."

My denim covered ass rubs up and down Creed's shaft. He's getting aroused and I'm feeling a thrilling sensation throughout my body.

His breathing becomes labored, and I've reached my limit with his teasing.

"Creed, I'm getting hungry," my body trembles and my urge to feed heightens. "I don't want to feed off you. There's a possibility I could hurt you, and that's not what this is about. I want to be with you, and not for the normal reason I have sex with a guy."

He pauses his movements and swiftly rotates me, causing my knees to rest on either side of his hips. I can see a combination of confusion and concern in his eyes as he looks at me. "I want to be with you, too. Why would you harm me?"

"I'm a succubus. I feed off of sexual pleasure, but the end result is the problem. I drain them, pull their souls from their bodies, and send them to Samael. I'm not willing to attach you to him forever with no escape."

In spite of the intimate sensations, I nuzzle against his chest and find comfort in his steady heartbeat. The pounding beneath my ear is powerful, just like him, and I can't fathom it ever stopping.

"I'm not human," he replies softly. "You can't kill me."

"But you have a soul," I argue. "You were given a soul when you fell, so there is a possibility that I could hurt or even kill you."

"What if you have all three of us at once?" Asher intrudes on our moment and, trapped in my fear, I couldn't move. "Cass and I are interested, if you two are."

"Really Asher, you think this is a great time to have an orgy?" Creed looks at Ash and I can see the disappointment tinging his unease over my state.

"That's not what he's offering." Cassius steps into the room next. Odd that I didn't hear the door closing after him. It probably should be more concerning, but if these men can't protect me in this low moment, then it doesn't matter, anyway. "We also have growing feelings for Mara. Our wish is to be intimate with her as well, but we didn't want to push our own wants on her. We want her to want us as well."

"I'm scared." My words come out muffled against Creed's chest. "I don't want to hurt any of you. But I would like to see how we fit together. Only if you are all comfortable with that arrangement?"

"Ash and I are. How about you Creed? Are you okay sharing our sweet angel?" Cass asks. I observe his facial expression. Gaze into his eyes and recognize his seriousness. There is a hint of sadness that resides there. Maybe not sad, but concerned, like Creed. I look from Creed to Cass and then over at Asher and they all hold the same expression. I was confused about their sadness until Cassius walked up to me and clasped my hand in his. Placing it on his chest, he asks, "You are not the only one who fears the present or the future. We feel connected to you and yet we don't understand where we fit into your life. I think this is a moment we can grasp that will give us answers. Are we meant to be your protectors, or is it something more the universe has in store for us?"

"Do you think you can stop yourself from taking hold of our souls?" Asher asks. "I'm okay if you feed off of my lust, but I'd like to try to keep my soul. It's the only thing I have left from God."

"I think what Ash is asking is, do you think you can stop yourself if you feel that urge to claim our souls?" Creed steps in to soften the question.

"I can't be certain. Do you guys have an idea to stop me if it gets to that point?" I ask back. Their offer is very tempting. I'd never tried to stop at any stage. I have no idea if I could. Their feelings for me seemed clear, but maybe I was wrong in assuming it was the protectors in them that allows for their caring nature towards me. Maybe it's more. Perhaps, together, we can truly free ourselves from our dark burdens and find a way back to the light. Maybe our father really does want nothing but happiness for us. And that thought raises another question. "Wow, I didn't think of this ever until just now. If we sleep together, is that incest?"

"No. Besides, that's a human term. We are not born of our father. Our bodies were created. We have no genes or human blood in our body." Cassius rubs his thumb across the hand that he still holds. "Our father is merely an artist who molded us with his hands. Nothing more. We are not related, Mara. It is okay for us to have sex." He looks down at me with a soft smile and I smile back. "And to answer your first question. Yes, I have a plan if you try to suck out our souls."

"Then, I guess, if we are all on board, let's do this." Nervous, but resolute I stand, and Creed follows. "Shall we go to my room?" The men nod and they follow me up the stairs, down the short hallway, and into my room.

It's nothing luxurious, but it's not the room that matters, it's the people I'm with that make the moment special. Creed accompanies me to the bed and then turns to face me. Without uttering a single word, he pulls the hoodie up and over my head, revealing a red lace bra. He looks me over as Ash steps up to my side and lowers himself to unbutton my jeans. He pulls the fabric down my legs slowly and Creed palms my sex.

"You're soaked, just like I thought," he growls. "Is this for me?"

This time, I am the one who grasps his chin and directs his gaze towards me. I want him to really hear me. "This is for me. No one else."

"Very well, sweet angel," Cass whispers from behind me as he unlatches my bra. The straps slid down my arms towards Creed. I lower them and let it fall.

My breasts are bare and I do nothing to hide myself from them. Asher groans next as Creed lets him guide my silky red panties down to add them to the collection of clothes in the middle of the floor. Ash runs his hands up one leg and I shiver. He reaches the apex of my thighs and the other two men back away. He shifts my position so that I am facing the bed. With a firm grip, Asher kneads my buttocks and then bites into the flesh with his teeth. Squeaking in surprise, I turn my head to see his mischievous blue eyes looking up at me.

"Sorry." He shrugs and grins. "I like it a little rough. I thought with your proclivities you wouldn't mind a little pain."

"No, I liked it. I just wasn't expecting it." I smile back.

I observe as he redirects his focus to my buttocks and continues shaping it with his fingers. Surprisingly, he does something else that catches me off guard. He presses my ass cheeks together and licks along the seam of my crack. The feeling is foreign, and I spread my arms out in search of something to grab onto. When I try to use Creed and Cass's chests for support, they grab my upper arms and hold them tightly against my sides. As I was about to give them a piece of my mind, they surprised me by flipping me over and tossing me onto the bed.

"Now, Angel," Creed croons. Gripping my lower face in his hand, he forces me to look at him as he speaks. "It's our job to make you feel good. Just sit back and relax. All I ask is that when you cum, you are looking into my eyes. I want to watch you as I make you explode."

"I like that request. How about you Ash?" Cassius looks to his brother and Asher nods in agreement.

"Looks like our payment for your intense pleasure is set. Can you pay the price, Mara?" Creed's eyes are black with lust.

"Yes," I whimper, and try to cross my legs. The men don't allow the movement. I don't fight their grip. Relaxing every muscle, I vibrate with anticipation.

"We will start this slow. I'm going to fuck you nice and slow, Mara. And then I'll hand you over to my brothers so they can please you, too." Creed, naked and ready, plants himself between my legs. His hands wrap under my upper thighs as he lifts my legs, the movement forces me to bend my knees. Putting my legs over his shoulders, he rubs his head up and down my pussy lips and I bite my lower lip. "Nice." I feel his cock push against my opening. "And." He pushes in slowly. "Slow." He bottoms out inside me and stops.

"Creed," I whine. Looking at him, it seems as if he wants to do anything but take me nice and slow. "I can see you fighting it. You don't have to."

"I don't want to hurt you," he grunts. "I also want this to be for you, not for me."

"Then why aren't you moving?" I touch his chest with my fingertips.

"Because you feel too good. I'm scared this won't feel like I'm making love to you," he says through clenching teeth.

"It's okay. I can feel the difference with you." I trail my finger down his chest until I reach where we are connected. My fingers run back and forth between him and me, simply tickling the skin. "Don't hold back. Let me feel your passion."

He stays still and studies my face. To tempt him even more than my words can, I caress my breasts and arch my back. He lets out a low groan and pulls back. He doesn't thrust into me. He tries again to slide in slowly. His hips involuntarily jerk as his body longs for more speed, but he resists and persists in entering me slowly. I continue to taunt him, anticipating his breaking point. He doesn't break. Creed pauses again after sliding in so deep that our pelvises are melded together.

"Fuck me, Creed, or I'll ask one of the others to do it!" I growl. His eyes connect with mine and that's when it fractures. That teether, the thought in his head that love has to be slow.

Inclining his body over mine, he braces his legs, makes eye contact, withdraws, and then drives back in with unyielding determination. He's like a piston. He moves his hips so quickly that they appear motionless. Nevertheless, that claim is untrue as I observe the pleasure on his face while he relentlessly pounds into me.

I'm loving it and he's not thinking at all. Creed is overwhelmed by the pleasurable sensation as my pussy contracts around his incredible cock. I feel a rush of sensations throughout my body as my spine tingles and pressure builds in my lower abdomen. It feels like too much, but I grip his arms and hang on. When Creed starts making his own sounds, it's pure auditory bliss for me. Neither of us is pretending to enjoy this; we are both fully immersed in this blissful moment.

But that moment is being quickly pushed to the side as my hunger hits me full force. I suck in a breath. I can't stop it. My demon begins to pull at Creed's soul.

"Mara." His eyes are closed as he fights to hold on. But I know, just like me, it's impossible.

Before I can beg him to get off, Cassius is at my right, and Asher at my left.

"Open your mouth, Mara," Cassius says. His thick, heavy cock reaching for me. Trusting his judgment on this, with our lives, I don't argue. I turn my head and obey. My mouth is filled and stretched by him and I love the taste. He groans as my power attaches to his pleasure. I feel my opposite hand being opened as Asher's silky cock runs along my palm.

"Make it feel amazing, Mara." He is warm and hard in my hand. I wrap my fingers around him and he moves. My power is distracted by the amount of pleasure being emitted into the air. It releases its hold on Creed's soul and he slows just for a moment.

Creed grips my nipple between his teeth and his wet tongue flickers back and forth over the tip. I pull back from Cass to switch over to Asher. His head is back and wasn't prepared for my tongue as it begins to circle his tip. His eyes open and he looks at me in a drunken state. I grip Cass and use my spit to create smooth friction. All three men start talking in a language unique to them. I suck Asher and Cass off, switching every few minutes to keep their cocks nice and slippery, but Creed's cock has my attention as he twitches inside me and my life force fills up with their bliss. I pop my mouth off of Cass and look up at Creed. Jerking both males off now as they come close to their release.

"You're not looking at me, Creed." Speaking is difficult as my lungs are being compressed with every thrust. "How are you going to watch me as I fall apart, if your eyes are closed?"

It's a battle for him to open his lids, but he manages. His body reacts to my expression and his cock bulges. The chain reaction is my pussy twitching and clenching around him. My muscles squeeze, my back is forced to bow as the sensations that run through me are too strong. Creed presses down on my chest so that his face is just above mine as he too lets go and we burn together. Hot cum spurts across my arms as Cassius and Asher find their release with us.

Cass leans against the wall breathing heavily, but Asher walks into the bathroom. His tight ass flexes with each step. He comes back out with a washrag and wipes down my arms. Just as he completes his task, Creed rolls to the side and curls me up in his arms.

"Now we know you need all three of us in order to distract your nature from stealing our souls." He nuzzles his face into my neck and exhales. "I'm sorry I was so rough."

"It was perfect. All of you were perfect," I reply, my body exhausted. "Thank you for stopping me, Creed."

Even my eyelids were heavy. I couldn't keep them open. But my body was thrumming with energy. For the first time since I'd become a monster, my beast was fully sated and fed, without resorting to draining them and stealing their souls. I was one happy girl, and I smile as I fall into blissful darkness.