Chapter Seven

MORGAN

H er room smells like her—like caramel and coffee. It's bitter and sweet and absolutely intoxicating. The walls are barren of much and the decor is bland. It's clearly a guest room with very little thought put into the design. I find myself wondering how my girl would decorate. Does she like florals and pastels? Or dark minimalism? I want to know if our styles will clash or be cohesive. I would let her decorate our walls any way she wanted if it meant she'd stay with me forever.

Crawling on top of her sleeping form, I can't help but savor the moment. Even in sleep, the spell she's cast around me pulls me towards her. Her chest rises and falls in a soft and steady rhythm indicating that she's deep asleep. I guess that orgasm tired her out. Too bad I have no intention of letting her mind or body rest right now.

There are things about being a succubus I enjoy. The eternal life, preservation of youth and beauty, are all nice. I could do without the harsh deadline of finding exactly thirteen victims by the blood moon, but so is the price you pay, right? The one thing that I truly love about my deal with the Devil, is the power. I have the power to provoke and control desire, even within dreams. It took a lot of trial and error but my demon and I have a system—I enter their dreams and seduce them, arousing our victims in their sleep, while my demon stays behind, controlling our body and using it to claim our victims souls. The Hell demon inhabiting my soul and I might not always see eye to eye on things, but when it comes to fucking and sucking, we make a great team.

This time we're in complete agreement—no sucking, just fucking. We will claim her body until it's absolutely spent but her soul is safe… for now.

Pulling the blanket down ever so gently, I begin to expose her sleeping form. Her pale skin glows in the bright moonlight. Her nipples pebble and tighten as the cool night air hits them. They're begging to be sucked.

Fuck , I want to lick her from head to toe and taste every delectable inch of her.

Pulling the blanket further down, I uncover her bare pussy. She's shaved. Her pretty pale skin glistens with the cum she left for me. My mouth waters and my core heats just being this close to her naked form. But I need to be careful, if she wakes before I'm done with her she'll freak. Can't have her waking up to a naked succubus straddling her, that'd probably not be great for our budding relationship, right?

As gently as I can, I spread her legs open, exposing her beautiful core to me. So pretty and pink. I feel my tongue stretch and my eyes begin to shift as the demon within fights his way to the surface.

" Patient! I'm going ," I warn him within my mind.

" She needs our tongue, our fingers. Let me make her come ," he begs me. A hunger I've never heard before placed in his tone.

He's not wrong. Relenting, I slip into the void—the space between conscious thoughts. It's a vast empty space, almost impossible to navigate unless you know what you're doing. Luckily for me, I've had centuries of practice.

Her mind is easy enough to access through the void. It calls to me as if it knows I'm supposed to be there. I'm going to make myself at home in the cobwebs of her mind. Entering her subconscious is like slipping into a warm shower after a cold day–comforting.

We're in a corn maze. Interesting . The moon shines high in the sky, illuminating the tall stalks that surround us and scattering distorted shadows across the dirt below. My brow furrows. I can only elicit dreams of desire, not fear. So this dreamscape is confusing. Unless she wants to be afraid. Does my sweet little princess like fear? That's very interesting .

I can play the big bad wolf for my pretty little princess.

I love to play in dreams. Now that I've mastered it, that is. At first it was disarming, but now I'm an expert. Anything I imagine, I can pull from the air. It's a fucking dream after all. With a simple thought I'm able to grab a flashlight from nowhere. Fucking cool, right ? Pressing the small button embedded in the plastic handle, a bright beam illuminates the path ahead.

I've landed in an empty part of her maze. There's no noise, no people, nothing. And yet, electricity zaps through the air as if at any moment, lightning will flash across the sky. I can taste her as a light breeze blows through my blonde locks. Her fear calls to me, wrapping itself around my senses and luring me towards her.

Scarlett's excited .

She wants me to hunt her.

"Come out, come out wherever you are, princess!" I call into the emptiness surrounding me.

Holding the light towards the ground, I slowly wander further into the maze. Clever little prey is hiding nice and quiet.

"If you give yourself up, I'll go easy on you! If you hide from me, I'll drag you out by your hair and force you to your knees!"

My threat does the trick. Light rustling up ahead grabs my attention. She's close. Turning towards the sound, I loudly stalk towards my girl. I want her to hear me. I want her to know I'm coming for her.

I turn a corner and a flash of movement catches my eye. Raven hair dances along the crisp fall air before disappearing around the row of corn. I'm right behind her.

Anticipation thrums heavily through my entire body. I don't just want to catch her. I want to have her, taste her, savor her, claim her. I want to be the first and last girl she ever fucks.

Tonight, I get to convince her how good it'll be when she gives herself over to me.

As I round the stalks she just fled behind, I see her running up ahead. She turns her head to glance back at me. She's magnificent. Her cheeks are reddened from cold and exhaustion. Her hair is wild and unkempt. Her darkened pupils are blown wide, reflecting the light of the moon overhead. She slows her pace to take in my appearance. Her eyes glimmer with fearful anticipation, the sight traveling straight to my clit, causing it to throb with need.

Despite the desperate pace at which she's running from me, the magic of this dream world has me gaining on her. My beautiful girl wants me to catch her. She wants me to corrupt her. I'm close enough now to taste her scent on the wind—caramel and coffee but with a hint of something else, something floral. It's intoxicating. I want to savor her taste as I consume the entirety of her pristine flesh with my fucking tongue.

She takes another turn, then another, desperate to lose me. It doesn't work. I'm right on her heels. The light from my flashlight illuminates flashes of her as she desperately tries to escape in the twists and turns of the maze. The anticipation of catching her has my heart pounding and my palms sweating. I grip the flashlight tighter, not wanting it to slip from my hand. She takes a final turn and falters.

She's led us to a clearing. It's a wide open space in the center of the maze. She spins in circles, fearfully looking for an escape route. Her raven locks whip around her face as she spins.

"Nowhere left to run, princess. You're mine now."

I use the flashlight to peruse over her body, taking her in as I slowly approach. She's in a simple black dress that hugs her tight little silhouette snuggly. Her delicate curves are prominently displayed under the tight fabric. Her feet are bare and scratched from our chase. Her pale skin glowing under the light of the high moon. She's so vulnerable.

I cock my head to the side as I approach her. Her fear is pungent. So is her arousal.

"Get on your knees, baby girl. Maybe I'll take it easy on you if you beg me sweetly and lick my cunt thoroughly."

Her eyebrows shoot up at my suggestion but I don't miss how she clenches her thighs. She's as desperate to taste me as I am her. She sways uneasily on her feet. She can't decide if she wants to stay or flee.

Either way, you're mine now, princess .

As I close the final few steps between us, she turns to run but I grab her by the hair and pull. She shrieks as I wrench her back towards me. She stumbles and I wrap an arm around her to hold her up, pulling her back against my front. She squirms against me but I hold her tightly. The more she fights against me the harder my nipples turn. I crave her fight.

"Your fear is the sweetest scent I've ever smelled, like blossoming magnolias in the spring," I whisper as I run my nose along the column of her neck, letting her smell completely overwhelm me. She shivers involuntarily, her fight fleetingly lost in the wind as she gives into me.

"Let me go," my sweet girl pleas without any conviction.

She's going to be such a good girl for me .

"I don't think you really want that sweet girl." My hand holding the flashlight trails down her body to the hem of her dress. I let the butt of the plastic handle lightly skim the flesh of her upper thighs, teasing her. Her breathing is ragged as I gently caress her pale skin. My other arm is still banded around her chest, holding her in place. "I think you'd rather have me touch you."

With one hand teasing higher and higher up her thighs, my other hand finds her stiff nipple. I use my thumb and index finger to roll and pull her nipple through the fabric of her tight dress. Her sharp intake of breath quickly turns into a loud moan. She arches her back, begging me to continue.

"Such a desperate slut for me, aren't you?" I move my hand to her other breast, teasing that nipple as well. "I bet your needy little pussy is dripping for me right now isn't it?"

She shakes her head in denial. A single fat tear rolling down her cheek.

I glide the handle of the flashlight higher, letting it skim the apex of her thighs.

Breathing into her neck, I whisper to her, "You're not curious? Don't want to know just how good it can feel to be with a woman?" I rock the flat plastic butt of the flashlight against her pussy lips, eliciting a soft moan from my prey. "See, that's the thing about being with a woman," her hips rock as she begins to chase her own pleasure. "We know how to play with a pussy." I maneuver the torch in my hand so the edge rubs against her clit with just enough pressure. "We know how good it feels to have someone focused entirely on each aching pulse that runs along our folds." Her head falls back against my shoulder as she grinds her hips desperately, finally giving in completely. Her breasts heave as she sucks in desperate breaths. She's a radiant creature.

"Please," she whines as she grinds her ass against me.

"You want me to make you come, little slut?" This is too fun. She's so fucking eager, turned on by the fear and thrill of the chase. Her desperate corruption is a pleasure I intend to savor.

"Yes!"

"Say you're mine," I command with a consuming need to possess her. My fingers flick her nipples, one then the other, making sure they're alert and throbbing.

"I can't—" she moans as I rub furious circles around her cunt. "Kyle…"

His name leaving her lips while I touch her has me seeing red. She needs to learn she's mine. All fucking mine. I'm going to kill that asshole and keep her for myself. Even if I have to chain her to a bed and lick her cunt until she's too delirious from pleasure to remember how to even say that motherfucker's name.

What can I say? I'm a jealous fucking bitch when it comes to what's mine .

I rip my hands away from her, shoving her angrily to the ground. She falls to the dirt with a thump. Spinning onto her back, she looks at me incredulously. She's pissed.

Good. I'm pissed too, princess .

Throwing myself on top of her before she can speak, I straddle her at the waist. The flashlight falls to the ground and rolls, illuminating our combined forms in a spotlight of bright light. Her breath hitches as I rock my hips, letting our cunts rub against each other. Wrapping her silky raven locks around my fist, I pull her face to mine. I don't kiss her gently. She had her chance to give in to me, now I'm taking what I want. I plunder her mouth, my tongue attacking hers with obsessive fury. She moans into my mouth as I take everything from her.

My clit pulses with each pounding thump of my heart. My tits are heavy and aching for her sweet little fingers. Her pale and slender digits would look so good palming my heavy breasts. I'm desperate to have her hands caressing me. As much as I love claiming her, I can't wait to teach her how to please me in return.

"Are you going be a good girl and let me fuck you?" I ask as I pull back from our kiss.

She's a breathless mess beneath me. Her lips are red and swollen from our kiss. She looks beautiful in red. Her name suits her perfectly. My radiant red princess . I'm going to cover her in scarlett marks and make her come so hard she'll never think about a cock ever again.

"Yes," she whispers on an exhale, giving me the permission I need to take.

Lifting up the hem of her dress fully, I expose her pretty pink pussy. Her wet arousal makes it glisten in the moonlight. She's the embodiment of perfection.

"No panties?" I ask as I trail one long red fingernail across her slick folds, making her shiver. "Such a good little slut for me, aren't you?"

She moans as I trace delicate circles around her clit with my red tipped finger. I rise to my knees and pull up the hem of my skirt, exposing myself to her. Her eyes shoot to my shaved pussy.

"Do you want to touch it?"

She licks her lips, considering. After a moment she nods and reaches a hand out, gently and tentatively letting her fingers glide against my folds. Her touch is the softest little stroke. It sends a shiver shooting down my spine.

"Fuck, princess," I moan as I throw my head back towards the moon above.

I fight the urge to move my hips, allowing her the space to explore. I don't want to rush her. Her fingers slowly pull my folds open, exposing me to her. The cool night air nips at my tender flesh in the most pleasingly uncomfortable way. Her breath quickens as she takes me in, the sweet smell of her fearful arousal intensifying. She trails a single digit through my wetness until she finds my clit. My breasts ache and my walls clench as she rubs small and delicate circles around the tiny bundle of nerves. I'm so grateful that in this dream state I can just be a normal human woman with a normal pussy, no viscous teeth to worry about.

"Does that feel good?" she asks, hesitation laced in her tone. She's so uncertain. I need her to see how fucking sexy and powerful she can be.

"So good, sweet girl. Keep touching me just like that."

My praise seems to work. She rubs me with stronger, more confident, strokes until my pussy drips down my thighs. Heat builds in my core. She feels so good beneath me, exploring me.

I'm never letting you go, you look too perfect between my thighs .

I can feel my orgasm building but it's too soon, I'm not done with her yet. I need her to truly see how good this can be. I need her to submit to me, to give in to me fully. I'm not leaving this dream until she's mine.

I gently remove her hand from between my soaking wet folds. She looks confused, and slightly hurt. Fuck . That hurt in her eyes does something to me. "I don't want to come just yet," I reassure her before leaning down to cup her cheek. "I want to play with my girl a little more before I consume you completely." I dive into her mouth. Her lips part, allowing me access. I ravage her mouth with mine. Our tongues stroke each other in an intimate dance. She tastes like my sweetest little treat.

"Fuck, princess, you're going to ruin me," I growl as I trail kisses down her throat. She's a moaning mess beneath me. "You make me crazy." I suck and nip at her neck, leaving marks all across her skin. I want her marked as mine, even if it's only for right now and here. Tomorrow she'll wake and think this was all just a creation of her subconscious. But, if I play my cards right, I'll convince her she needs to turn her dreams into reality.

"Say you're mine, pretty girl," I mumble against her breast before biting down into her pale flesh. She screams out as my teeth sink far enough to draw blood.

The metallic taste of her blood fills my mouth. I lap at it greedily, spreading the crimson all over her sensitive nipple. Her shrieks of pain turn into moans as I use my tongue to flick her stiffening tit.

"Say it," I demand of her as I rise. Her blood stains my teeth and feral need swirls through my eyes as I stare down at her.

"Wh—What?"

"Say you're mine and I'll let you come." I rub her pussy with my fingers and her back arches off the ground. She's absolutely drenched for me.

I throw her leg over my hip and drag her towards me, angling us so our dripping cores are lined up perfectly.

"Please," my sweet little seductress pleads.

"You beg so pretty, princess," I coo before I begin to move.

I grind my hips against hers. Pinning her to the ground with my hand against her throat, I watch as her pupils dilate. Slotting her as tightly against me as I can and holding her thigh up with my other hand, I lock our cores together, her slickness melding with mine.

We fit together perfectly .

"You want me to fuck this pretty little pussy? Say it!" I punctuate the final words with another roll of my hips. Our clits rub against each other, the friction is exquisite. Her raging pulse thunders against my palm. We align like two pieces of a complex puzzle. She was fucking made for me.

She shakes her head as she pants and moans. A deplorable idea crosses my mind. It's oh so wicked. Just the thought has desire rushing through me like wildfire. Removing my hand from her throat, I pull a long hunting knife from the air. Her eyes widen in horror. The sweet stench of magnolias swirls around me. She tries to squirm away but my fingers dig into her tender flesh holding her steady, fucking her pussy against mine. Her fear, her lust, her perky little tits, her heat against mine is almost too good—I feel my climax beginning to rise.

"If you won't say it, then I'll have to make sure I claim you in a way you'll never forget."

Our swollen buds slide against eachother again and again as I fuck her into the dirt. She can't stop the moan falling from her lips as I promise her the dangerous pleasure she craves. Her hips move against mine in a frantic motion as she chases her release. Each roll of her hips causes her bleeding breasts to bounce up and down in rhythm with my own. She's a fucking masterpiece. I'm never letting her go.

Her pace turns quicker, her hips thrusting against mine as she edges closer and closer to ecstasy. Bringing the blade down to her exposed stomach I slice at her skin. She shrieks in pain and jumps. However, the frantic movement causes her pussy to grind violently against mine. She can't help the moan of pleasure that follows the pained cry.

I carve at her skin. Holding her leg tightly in one hand to keep her where I want her, and holding the blade I'm using to carve her up in the other hand, I fuck her. Blood trails down her stomach towards the space between us. Dark red warmth seeps down her form to where we are combined, adding to the slickness of our desire. The flashlight illuminates her form beneath me. Her bloodied breasts bounce as I fuck her with wild abandon. She's a fucking masterpiece and there's no way she's escaping my clutches now. I need more of her blood, more of her pleasure, more of her .

"Please, please…" my sweet girl begs.

"Almost done carving you up babe, hold on a minute longer, then you can come with me."

She whines at me but complies, biting her plump bottom lip in her teeth to avoid falling without permission. I fuck her and slice her simultaneously. Each slick thrust of her pussy against mine has me moving closer and closer to release. I carve the symbol of my demon into her skin with frantic strokes, blood coating where we're joined.

"Fuck, babe," I grunt as I harshly grind my clit against hers and throw the knife to the ground. She's carved up with my mark. Mine . It's scraped into her fucking flesh. She. Is. Mine.

"Come for me, princess. I want to feel you come against me."

My good girl obeys immediately, throwing her head back and tensing as every nerve ending in her body fires with pleasure. I feel her swollen folds spasm as her orgasm crashes violently. Her dark hair splayed on the ground beneath her, her pale skin bloodied, her sweet scent invading my soul. It's fucking perfection. She is perfection. I want to tear her wide open, feasting on her fear and pleasure as if it's my last fucking meal.

Watching her come is enough to push me over the edge with her. Wave after wave of pleasure rips through me. The orgasm has me screaming out into the cool autumn air. My entire core pulses desperately as the orgasm rushes through me. It's the hardest I've come in as long as I can remember. Maybe it's the magic of the dream. Or maybe it's just her.

Silence engulfs us as we both come back down. The only sounds are the soft rustle of the stalks surrounding us swaying in the breeze and our ragged breathing. I finally open my eyes and shift my heavy lidded gaze to the woman below me. Her chest heaves as she tries to calm her body. She's a mess—covered in dirt and blood and our combined cum. I scan every inch of her body, entranced with how magnificent she is.

Grabbing the bloodied knife from the ground, I bring the blade up in front of my face. I let my tongue glide through the sticky sweet blood along the knife's edge. Scarlett's eyes widen in horror and lust. Her blood is sweet and metallic in my mouth. I close my eyes and moan as her taste covers my tongue.

When I open my eyes, I'm thrown back. I'm back in my body, back in her room, back to reality.

My girl lays peacefully beneath me, breathing softly against her pillow. I pull my fingers from her tight little cunt, the orgasm I gifted her in her dream and in real life, now passed. The dream is done. I can't help the slight sting of disappointment at seeing her not covered in the marks of our violent pleasure. I knew my carving only existed within the dream, and yet, something in my chest aches as I see her without my symbol etched into her pale flesh. Back in reality her pristine skin is spotless, free of my mark.

" Not our soul to claim for Hell, yet ." His voice is back in my mind, slithering across our shared cognition.

Her phone suddenly illuminates on the nightstand beside us pulling my attention away from the sleeping form below me.

KYLE: Landlord says the window's fixed. We can move back in tomorrow.

I know what I should do. I should text him from her phone and ask him to meet up. I should go to where he agrees to meet and seduce him. I should ride his cock until he's a weak mess then unleash my teeth and suck him dry. I should consume his soul, get my thirteenth victim and flee.

I should do all of that. But I don't.

The thought of leaving her is too painful. I need to find a way to get the soul I need and keep her. I might be being selfish but I refuse to give her up. I'll just have to think of a plan.

So instead, I delete the message. Over my dead fucking body will she be moving back in with him. She's mine. It may have been just a dream to her, but not to me. She won't share her bed or body with anyone besides me from here on out.

Replacing her phone on the nightstand, I stand and adjust my clothes back into place. My girl looks so peaceful now that I've fucked her into utter exhaustion. Good. She needs some rest for what I have in store for her.

I sneak quietly from the house. Making sure the door is locked and secure as I go. Before heading back to my hotel, I pop open the passenger door to her car. I will be getting her a much nicer and more secure vehicle soon. My princess will not be driving around in this hunk of junk for much longer. Retrieving the pretty package from my bag, I place it gently on the seat of her car. Before closing the door, I make sure the card is securely on top where she can easily see it.

Looking back up to the quiet townhouse I can't help but smile.

See you soon, princess .