Chapter 20

When the Lady"s moon is new, kiss the hand to Her times two

– The Wiccan Rede

"You should have fucked him," Mal repeated in the elevator on the way up to the hotel room. The gold-tinted mirrors reflected our images over and over from every angle and I was distracted by studying his perfect profile and the curve of his neck, my mouth watering. For a moment, distracted, I thought that he spoke of the valet, and was about to argue to the contrary. But no, he had returned to the subject of Eric. "You wanted to fuck him. Why didn't you fuck him?"

"Because it was wrong, Mal," I said through my teeth. The hunger was making my stomach roll uncomfortably and I pressed my hand to still it. "Will I always feel like this?" I wondered in despair. "Driven insane by my needs?"

"You're a newborn," Mal replied as the elevator pinged and the door opened, he reached out to grasp the frame, holding it open for me to proceed him out into the hallway with its tasteful art and dim lighting. "It's your very first day as a succubus. You'll learn how to manage your hunger. We're in room 33. Why would it have been wrong?" He added with genuine curiosity.

I followed the gold-plated sign in that direction. I did not know how to answer him. "It's just… wrong, Mal, for a woman to have sex with a stranger." I paused by the door, my palm and forehead pressed to the wood, and my eyes closed as I fought for control over my body.

"I don't think it's wrong to have sex with a stranger if you want to have sex with the stranger, and they want to have sex with you," he used the keycard to open the door.

"It's different for men," I managed as the door opened. "I know you know that. You deal in sin, after all."

"Ah, but sin is a construct of society, much of the time, and not a sin at all, so it always fascinates me why people believe they have sinned. Do you know why you feel it's wrong, or do you just believe it's wrong because that's what you've been taught to believe?" He speculated as he began to undress. "And do you know why you've been taught to believe it? Where the original concept of that sin came from?"

"Eve's original sin?" I was flustered. I wanted to fuck him, to drink from him, and not to talk with him. I could barely follow the conversation I was so focused on my needs.

He made a sound of disgust. "There was no Adam and no Eve," he told me. "Pure fiction. The whole book was written by multiple different authors, over the span of centuries, in a multitude of languages, and all have been translated over time according to the agenda of the translator, so that prettily bound book that everyone holds so much stock in has very little resemblance to the original work, which, in itself, was no more the word of God than a Christmas themed romance anthology. In fact," he paused in the process of undoing his fly. "If I didn't know that it was the work of humans, I would have thought it a demon's clever scheme. It's caused all sorts of delicious havoc, even amongst those who don't believe in it, or God."

"Do you know why that story was written?" He shoved down his trousers and his cock sprung free. It was the first time that I had seen him utterly naked. Our sex had been frantic, partially clothed. He was more muscled than I had been expecting, leanly carved, but sculpted, and the almost unreal perfection of him in his skin emphasized his demon-nature more than when he was dressed. I was a little dazzled by his beauty, by the lush vibrancy of it, so different to Ender"s monochrome colouring.

"Because women were chattel, and like anything, the concept of rarity and exclusivity is appealing. How to improve the value of the woman you have, to make her a more expensive commodity to sell to another? Place a value on being the first cock to cum in her. Thus, virginity became a prize to have or to take. But only female virginity. They didn't want to place such limits on man, after all," he hadn't noticed my distraction, caught up in his lecture on history and patriarchy.

"And, female pleasure and desire, female sexual autonomy, is not good business. So, convince her that it is sinful with a pretty little story about Eve's original sin," he stalked towards the bed, a glory of red hair and sleekly muscled man, his cock leading the way. "To prevent her from losing commercial value by seeking enjoyment in her body. Because that is something to be bought and sold and enjoyed only by her owner."

"Come here," he reached out towards me. "Sin with me." His smirk was wicked.

I did not need to be invited twice. I stepped into him sliding the palms of my hands across the skin of his chest, admiring the silk of his flesh. His chest was finely haired, the strands much darker than that of his head, but lighter and with a gleam of red in the trail beneath his belly button, before darkening again where it had been closely clipped around his cock.

I caught my bottom lip between my teeth as I explored his cock, trailing my fingers up its length, and over the rounded head. Unbidden was the comparison yet again to my other lover, and I pushed the thoughts of Ender away with a flash of pain.

"Mhm," Mal's eyes fluttered almost closed, his chin lifting, and his face relaxing into pleasure, enjoying my touch. I teased the bead of pre-cum that gathered in his slit across the head before, marveling at my own daring, I lifted my fingertips and touched them to his bottom lip, glossing it with the evidence of his desire.

His eyes and smirk turned wicked, and his tongue stroked over his lip, tasting himself upon it. "Dirty girl," he purred with approval. "I'd rather taste you."

I stroked the c of fingers and thumbs down his forearm to his hand and guided it between my thighs. Our eyes locked with an intensity of passion that had me panting as I directed his fingers beneath the lace of my new underwear and pressed two of his fingers into me.

He fucked me slowly with his curved fingers the fires of Hell dancing in his eyes. "You are still slick with my cum," he said softly, his voice almost hoarse. "I like to think of my seed saturating your cunt, coating you within, and slipping down to dampen your underwear and thighs."

I withdrew his hand and steered his fingers to his mouth. He did not break eye contact as he sucked on his fingers. "Mmm," he licked the cum from them with relish. "Your cunt is the sweetest sin."

I lifted onto my tiptoes and ran my tongue over his lip, dropping back on my heels when he leaned in, intending to deepen and take control of the kiss, denying him. "Undress me," I told him, and he grinned, raising his eyebrow in wry laughter, and made a circle with his finger.

I turned, offering him my back, and felt the fabric of the dress release as he unzipped it and then the warmth of his palms against my skin as he slipped his hands within, cupping my breasts through the lace of the bra. He leaned forward and brushed his lips over the exposed skin of my shoulder.

I leaned my head to the side, closing my eyes, and felt him kiss his way up to my ear, and the touch of his breath as he spoke: "I am of a mind to bend you forward and take you from behind semi-dressed, with your panties pulled to the side, but then… stripping you bare and leaving my handprints on your arse is also very tempting."

The yearning within me surged in a ferocious hunger, burning, and throbbing through my core. He knew how to taunt the succubus within me, but from that same source came the knowledge of how to return the tease and reclaim the power from him.

I let the dress slip down my arms and felt the satin lining caress my skin as gravity dragged it down my thighs to pool around my feet, and I stepped free of it, moving out from under the touch of his hands, so that I stood wearing only the lace underwear, high heels, and the diamonds that he had purchased. I let him look at me, before moving subtly so that he lifted his eyes to mine. Holding his gaze, I stepped back into him, laying my palm on his chest, before stepping around him, trailing my fingers along his skin.

"Perhaps," I pressed my breasts against his back and reached around him to grip his cock. "I want to see my handprints on your skin."

His laugh was throaty, and his hand closed over mine, stroking his cock with me. "Oh, baby," he groaned. "I don't mind a good spanking on occasion, but I do prefer to be the spanker rather than the spankee. For you, however," he bent slowly forward, bracing a hand on the mattress. "I'll make an exception."

The curve of his arse invited me to stroke it – so I did and then drew my hand back and smacked the palm against his skin experimentally.

"Honey," he laughed the word. "You're going to have to do better than that. Here," he eased my other hand away from his cock and brought it up to his head, fisting it around his hair and giving it a tug so that his chin lifted. "There you go. Now hit me again."

His hand returned to his cock. "Come on," he teased. "Hit me as if you mean it."

I tightened my grip in his hair, pulling on the strands, and smacked my palm sharply against his arse cheek, the sound snapping out into the room. His skin blanched and then reddened, showing where my hand had been, and he moaned. "Now you've got it, my spicy little succubus. I've been a very, very bad boy."

I added a second handprint to the first, turning my hand slightly so that the prints overlapped but did not layer. He groaned, his arm pumping as he stroked his cock. He was having far too much fun, I decided, and I wasn't getting my needs fulfilled. I kept my grip on his hair and walked around the bed so that the strands tightened the pull against his scalp, and I slid onto the mattress positioning myself in front of him.

"Onto your knees," I told him, spreading my thighs.

"Well, well, we are getting confident, aren't we," he smirked, but he got down onto his knees, and stroked his hands up my legs from ankle to knee, lifting them over his shoulders. He held my eyes as he moved his mouth closer to the apex of my thighs, looking away only when he had no other choice. I felt the warmth of his breath against me a moment before the wet of his mouth as he sucked me through the lace of my panties, saturating them and pressing the material tight to my clit.

I watched down the centreline of my body as he licked and nibbled at my cunt, his eyes flicking up to meet mine and his smug grin lifting his cheeks into dimples. He took his time, teasing me with skill and thoroughness, tongue, teeth, and lips used without reserve.

I came and he sucked me throughout, mercilessly, before rising slowly, his hair slipping through my fingers. I watched as he gripped me behind one knee, pressing it up to my chest, drawing the leg of my panties down until they slipped over my stiletto heel.

"That's better," he caught my other knee, and brought my ankles up, over his shoulders. "Now…" He dragged my hips towards him. "Perfect." He adjusted his cock, finding purchase, and thrusted.

"Fuck," I cried out for the position drove him deep, and he laughed, delighted with the response, before leaning forward, my ankles slipping behind his neck. His thrusts smacked our skin together in a fleshy, passionate percussion as he drove himself into me again and again.

"You have hands Nyx," he ground out through his teeth without breaking the punishing rhythm. "Use them. Suck on your nasty little fingers and used them on your clit, or dip them into your cunt, and…" He trailed off with his instructions, losing himself in his own pleasure.

I reached between us and gathered the slick from his cock as it slipped from my cunt in the draw-back of his thrust and used it to lubricate my touch. I massaged my clit, pushing myself into another orgasm just behind his as he arched his hips into me through his final thrusts and, when he lowered forward, my ankles slipping down his body until my heels rested against the flesh of his arse, I turned my face into his vulnerable neck and sank my teeth into him.

"Shit."

I'd caught him by surprise but had wound my arms around him and crossed my ankles behind his hips, holding his cock deep within me, and his chest pressed tight to mine, so his first instinctual response to pull back was thwarted, jerking our joined body rather than separating it.

He relaxed immediately. "Sorry. Instinct."

I could not reply with his blood on my tongue. It melted down my throat, spreading through my stomach, quenching the burn.

After I released him, he continued to lay over me. I could feel his cock softening, a slow withdrawal. It would not take much for it to slip free releasing a flood of cum with it, and every breath we took seemed to bring that moment closer, the sensation, and my focus upon it, as erotic as our fucking, so that I began to wish for him to harden again.

"What you said before," I began to subtly rock my hips, trying to tease him back into sex. "About the jeweller and… everything else. You wouldn't be jealous?"

"Jealous?" He lifted onto his elbow and looked down at me, his expression vaguely puzzled.

"You said… Before, in the house, about Ender's ring, that you were the jealous and possessive type," I reminded him. "And yet, you would have been okay, if I'd had sex with that man…"

"That's different," he dismissed it and rolled from me, walking with the sleek grace of a predator across to the bar fridge. "Sex is different, Nyx. You are a succubus. I will always come when you summon me, and I'm more than happy," he pulled out a bottle of champagne. "To satisfy your hunger. But it would be unreasonable to expect you to only eat one thing for the rest of eternity. We all like a bit of variety in our diets."

I sat up, intrigued, and wrapped my arm around my knee. "How is it different? How is Ender different?"

"You know it's different," he rolled his eyes and popped the cork. "He's got a little bit of your heart, Nyx. The jeweller? No. He's just a cock on legs, a bag of blood, and he'll never be anything more to you. Here is how it will be," he poured the champagne and carried the glasses back to the bed hooked between his fingers. "You can fuck whoever you want to fuck, especially if we're fucking them together," he said with a crooked grin. "But don't love them," his smirk fell and his eyes hardened. "You are mine. The parts that count are mine, Nyx."

My mouth was dry, and my heart raced. There was danger to him in that moment, a threat barely contained. The mask had fallen, and the demon behind the beautiful face had been revealed. "This is not… a normal familiar arrangement, Mal," I pointed out, trying to keep my wits about me. I knew from studying the family Grimoires that when dealing with demons, you had to keep control of the situation. If you ceded a point, they would hold you to it as if it were a signed contract. "We did not set out the details of our arrangement."

"But we did," he was charming again, that momentary danger whisked away behind a bright smile. "Immortality - tick. Power over men?" He snorted his chuckle. "There are few with greater power over men in this world than you, my darling Nyx. Success in all your endeavours? We'll get to that. Wealth beyond your wildest dreams? We started that today, aren't you glittering in gold and diamonds and designer wear? My eternal devotion and adoration?" He caught up my free hand and pressed it to his lips, and then his heart. "Done." His eyes were intense on my own.

"That's…" I stuttered, stunned. I vaguely remembered the conversation in the car whilst I was drunk when he had first suggested that I invoke him. "That was just… talking. You suggested those things. It wasn't… We didn't negotiate them."

He smiled as he sat on the bed facing me, the position intimate and comfortably familiar. "What else would you want, Nyx?" He asked me. "What else could you ask for, that I have not given you?"

"Well… I…" I did not have the words for what I wanted to say. I did not know how to say them without insulting him. "I mean… I didn't think that this was a marriage, Mal. That's what you're describing to me. Together forever, and my heart belonging to you… The Grimoires didn't say anything about that under invocating a familiar…"

He laughed a warm and yet superior sound. "So innocent," he scolded me playfully. "I - " He broke off, his attention turning inwards, and his eyes flashed into lava, the whites, irises, and pupils all washed away under the molten glow. I could smell sulphur and smoke as clearly as if I burned in Hell.

"Fuck," Mal swore, and then his eyes returned to normal, and he smiled ruefully. "I am so sorry, my darling. I have to go." He planted a kiss between my eyes, and eased off the bed, setting the champagne on the bedside table. "Don't get up." He began to dress. "Enjoy the room. Drink the champagne. Take a bath. Watch a movie. I'll be back in a couple of hours."

"Where are you going?" I asked him. I knew what had happened. He had been summoned to Hell by someone he could not refuse – a superior. Perhaps even the Devil himself. But I wanted him to say it.

"Business meeting," his lips quirked. "Won't take long." And then there was a flash of flame, and he was gone.