She wasn’t normally noisy, but she couldn’t hold back her helpless grunts. Her eyes didn’t normally roll back, either, but they did this time because this guy felt so god damn good.
Mister Right Now rocked her forward onto him, giving her another mind-splitting rush. She grunted again, hands clutching at his shoulders, wanting to kiss him and laugh out loud and beg for more all at once. His hands spread over her hips, steadying her and taking some of her weight while making her feel deliciously dirty.
He’d just gotten started, and didn’t seem like he was going to stop anytime soon, but she felt herself building to a climax already. This fling would likely get her off more than once. His lips fell around the side of her neck, right below her ear. “Oh fuck me,” she breathed.
“Gladly,” Alex hissed.
* * *
Lorelei found him at a table alone. He’d probably had guests earlier, but they were long gone. The demon sat alone in his cheap suit in front of a broad spread of food and a rising stack of now-empty plates. A waiter passed by and looked on with obvious disgust, but only behind the demon’s back.
He looked up as she entered. He was good-looking, at least in this guise. His body was a touch on the bulky side, creating a jolly image. Disarming. He could charm, and would have to be good at that, but he wasn’t made to seduce. At least, he didn’t seduce with flesh. He chewed and grunted in acknowledgment while he dabbed at his mouth and goatee with a cloth napkin.
Heat and fierce, smoky winds wafted off of him, not that mortals could notice. Approaching through his mystic wards was like trying to walk casually through a sandstorm. She had to look calm, though. Make it seem easy. Too much depended on it.
“Hello,” the succubus said, sauntering over to the table. “I thought I sensed someone up here, but I’m afraid I don’t know what name you prefer.”
“Rob,” he responded when he could. He gestured for her to take a seat opposite him. “Robert Gorge. I thought I felt another presence here. You’re Lorelei, aren’t you?”
“I am,” she nodded.
“You look like you’ve seen better days, honey.” She heard no sympathy in that voice, but expected nothing of the sort.
“I have. I am on the mend,” she conceded, running one hand through her hair. That was the truth. The raw, straightforward fucking three floors down healed and revitalized her all at once. Lorelei could virtually feel what Audrey felt, and enjoyed it almost as much, but outwardly the succubus presented natural serenity. Lorelei watched “Rob” break a crab leg open and draw out the meat with practiced ease. He’d obviously had a great many. She felt no less self-indulgent at that moment.
“As they say,” Lorelei shrugged, “you should see the other guys.”
“Hah! If they look worse than what they did to you,” Rob grunted, waving an empty crab leg shell at her, “then yeah, I’d like to see that.”
“What is left of them,” Lorelei said dismissively. “I do not know if my attackers operated alone or as someone’s agents. Nothing remained to interrogate. I don’t suppose you would know the lay of the land here?”
Rob chewed thoughtfully. “I’m the first person you’ve asked? We kinda work for different companies.”
“I’ve always had a bit of an independent streak. Reporting back every little bump and bruise isn’t my style.”
“Hunh,” grunted the other demon. The ethereal sandstorm intensified along with his scrutiny.
Don’t hold back, Alex, she thought. A week ago, Lorelei could have handled this without trouble, but she wasn’t remotely at her best now. That exhilarating feeling of Alex’s pleasure bolstered her ability to resist.
Rob used much more than simple wordplay to evaluate his visitor. Lorelei had to put up a strong front, both to remain inscrutable and to stand her ground. The strength drawn from Alex’s indulgence made all the difference. Still, Lorelei was a succubus without wings or horns or tail. Any demon could see that. Rob could see the scars that Alex did not. She’d have to play it all off like it didn’t hurt as badly as it did.
It never helped to look weak in front of Hell’s own.
“I thought you were one of Belial’s,” Rob said. “How much hassle would it be to go straight to him?”
“I am not placed so directly near the top,” Lorelei replied with feigned indifference.
“That ain’t true,” Rob smirked. “You’ve got a rep. I wouldn’t recognize just any succubus, but I know who you are.” He gave her another long, searching look as the wheels turned in his mind. This was no punishing demon; this one was made to tempt and corrupt. “You don’t want the boss to see you like this. You’re looking for a shortcut. I can see how that’d help, but help’s gotta be paid for.”
His meaning was plain. They all wanted this from the succubae.
* * *
“Oh god yesyes,” Audrey whimpered into Alex’s ear. Both arms stayed wrapped around his shoulders as they kept grinding. She had given in entirely to him, only barely trying to help with their shared motion. Audrey had brought him in here as the seductress, as the experienced older woman, and now virtually all her composure was gone.
Alex didn’t stop. He was too close himself, and her admissions in his ear only turned him on more. She’d feel wondrously worn out later.
Later. He’d be with Lorelei later, too. For now, he was more than happy to stay with Audrey, who would have him utterly dazzled were it not for the succubus…but that succubus set this up. She’d be all over him later, or he’d be all over her. When he and Audrey were done.
She let out another grateful sigh. “Now I see what your girlfriend meant about you.”
In that moment, with Audrey intimately wrapped around him and moaning her pleasures into his ear, Alex stopped worrying. Lorelei wanted this for him. She practically engineered it with a smile. Audrey wanted it, too, for all her own reasons. For just a moment, he allowed himself a selfish thought: When he was done with this lay, there was another waiting. His life could be like this for a very long time.
* * *
Release. Downstairs, Audrey rode Alex over the edge. Lorelei shared in joy and satisfaction without letting a bit of it show. She didn’t need to, and Rob didn’t need to know. Inside, Lorelei felt the blissful emotional rush and revitalization of climax. On the surface, she maintained a remarkable façade. It even grew stronger as her victim indulged his lusts.
“My options for payment are limited,” Lorelei smiled, giving a conciliatory nod. What Rob wanted was no option, and wouldn’t have been regardless of her strength. It was best to make that plain. A week ago, it would have been no problem. A minor chore at the very worst. Now the thought of copulating with this one turned her stomach. Suddenly, rather than indifference to Alex’s restrictions, she actually felt gratitude.
“That’s too bad,” Rob frowned. “I had always figured Belial’s for the kind to keep all options on the table. I’m sure we could work a little something out…?”
“We all have our restrictions,” Lorelei shrugged again. The feeling was so good-and then, abruptly, stopped. Totally interrupted. One second Alex basked in the afterglow, ready for another go ‘round with his playmate-and in the next, suddenly, nothing.
The demon across from her pressed on. “Yeah, but not Belial’s legion.” Rob shook his head, and then stuffed his mouth with a pair of fried shrimp. “Gnyou gnuys hafta giff your all effry day,” he managed through too many morsels at once. Then he swallowed. “I know how Belial’s works. No slacking, no hesitation. No price too high, no shame too low.”
“Yes, well,” Lorelei said, faltering a bit, “I have had a change of allegiances.”
A mistake. An admission she did not want to make, one that would pique further curiosity. A demon of avarice and gluttony like this could compel such revelations just as Lorelei could change her appearance to better approach a victim.