Succubus Awakens

So, we were looking for one or two people to help with the middle two things. I'd keep brewing, and I'd keep up with my call girl service, but I needed an outgoing witch to handle sales and contacts. A fire witch would fit that need quite nicely, fire was passion, as well as physical flames, so they were almost always extroverts.

Gabby was gorgeous, five foot one and petite like my Bobbi had been, with a tight supple and curvy body in perfect proportion to her height, but otherwise worlds apart in looks. Gabby had curly and medium reddish-brown hair, and lovely light chocolate brown eyes. She had lightly tanned skin with just a hint of gold, and quite a lovely face. Her cheekbones were sharp and prominent on her thin face, but not quite enough to cross over from classical beauty to severe beauty.

She had on dark gray jeans and a thin black sweater shirt, and her perky B cups didn't need and didn't have a bra on for support. She looked confident and had a smile on her face as she looked me over and took a seat.

"Gads, you're gorgeous," she said in admiring alarm, which was as heartfelt as it was spontaneously said.

I laughed, "Thank you. You're lovely too."

She snorted, "I totally am, but we're in completely different zip codes."

I blushed, "So, what do you need from me and Rocco, and perhaps one other person we may recruit, so there'll be four of us in the group eventually."

She said, "The usual, protection, support in both directions. I'm not looking for romance."

My lips twitched, "Why not?"

She replied, "That's why I left the last group, had a falling out with the leader of the group when our relationship went south. Had to get out of there fast."

I nodded, "Understandable."

She said, "You said you were looking for an organizer and people person?"

I replied, "Yes, I need someone to help with our part of the fight nights, also keep engaged with clients and to sell the potions I make. The potions are not strictly speaking, legal."

She scowled, "Black market?"

I nodded, "Yes, if that's a problem you can leave, no questions asked. Between the brewing and my own career at nights, I'm just putting in too many hours. Plus, it wouldn't hurt to have you around in case we were attacked."

She asked, "Is that likely?"

I shrugged, "Yes, probably, sooner or later everyone is attacked. It's why I built this place on consecrated ground. Speaking of which, you are a right-hand path witch?"

She bit her lip and nodded, "Yes. I'll give it a try, Rocco seems very controlled for a shifter, and you have good vibes."

I winked, "That's because he gets out his aggression on me, several times a day."

She looked startled, then laughed, "Message received."

I tilted my head, "What message?" honestly boggled.

She said, "I'll keep my hands off."

I laughed, "Right."

I hadn't meant it that way, but I had no plans to reveal my true nature to her anytime soon, not until she'd earned my trust anyway.

Regardless, she turned out to be perfect for our needs, and she had a knack with dealing with people with strength but without getting their backs up.

I smirked fondly, back in my cell. I was looking forward to seeing her again just as much as Rocco. Despite what she'd said that day in my office, it was only three weeks later when she'd fallen into bed with Rocco and I. The second part only possible because she'd fallen for me hard and fast.

When I'd finally told her what I really was, she hadn't believed me until I showed her my horns and hellfire.

That was true of Nick as well, they were all my lovers, and both of them loved Gabby as well, just not each other. Though Nick had taken almost six months to fall to my charms, and come to care for me with enough affection that my magic let him fuck me without a price, because his love earned the pleasure of my body all its own, just like the rest of my team.

They were all mine, and each other's. We were an extremely tight knit and fiercely loving group, and if it was the last thing I did, I'd make sure this was only a bump in the road for them. We'd escape, or I'd make sure they escaped at the very least.

I supposed technically I didn't need to be a call girl anymore. Between the three of them I had an incredibly rich sex life, and we had more than enough money. Still, it was in my nature, and the money never hurt, and it was legal. So... I saw no reason not to do it, I enjoyed pleasuring people after all, it was my nature and what I was. They understood that.

They also gave me crazy amounts of pleasure. One of my favorite things was to be double penetrated by my hung shifters while I licked out my sexy reddish-brown haired fire witch. Quadruple the pleasure, without the horror I'd endured with VP Butler and Jackson.

Nick was six foot even, twenty-three years old, and he had blond hair and green eyes. He was handsome, muscled, and a great guy. He was also a bear shifter. He spent most of his time with Gabby as her protection, as she fronted the group and acted like our leader, making contacts and sales.

It'd made sense, people wanted to talk to the person in charge, and despite me being in charge as far as everyone else could see I was just her alchemist and potion maker.

I wondered what we'd do next, some kind of joint business venture maybe, where I could sell potions on the side and they could do what they wanted. We wouldn't even have to join the local fight club thing, since Gabby and I kept our shifters plenty relaxed between the two of us. I just wasn't sure what we'd do, I wasn't going to dictate to them although I knew them well enough that I'd probably get it right if I did.

I could totally see our group running a horse ranch, hunting lodge, and a store that sold potions and souvenirs. I'd suggest it, but they might surprise me and not go for it.

I really hoped we got out of there, I wasn't done with my life yet, or with loving them. I was so close I could taste it, as I enchanted the last camera on the floor. There was only one ward left and my group's cuffs. The one on the stairwell door, and I could finish that the next night.

My jailers were back, and it was the start of another day.

Chapter Eleven -- Fire Witch

Breakfast that morning was bagels and lox, and orange juice. Both my jailers were quiet, but Dennis looked far too smug and filled with anticipation for my comfort.

I said to Dennis, "So, what has you so happy this morning, in my company."

Gale rolled her eyes, "The council changed their minds. I wasn't planning on telling you, I suspect given how rarely you use enthrallment this will be our last day doing this."

Right, of course shit would go wrong now. Murphy's law, and plans never went without a hitch, I should've been expecting it. The bloodthirsty shifter was happy he might be able to tear me apart today instead of in two weeks from now. I tried to suppress the panic as I thought furiously and suppressed my magic from rising up and blowing right through my fae glamour of being magicless. The demon magic in me was much stronger than the other.

I could try to escape in the moment, and I would, but I was going over the last two years in my head trying to figure out how often I'd used enthrallment. I'd dreamt of Nathaniel's death last night, but no doubt they would see that first thing this morning, as I'd enthralled the cougar shifter. I didn't use that power a lot, but two years was a long time.

They might finish today, or tomorrow at the latest going in this new direction and just reviewing the sex with enthrallment or enthrallments. I decided it was a gamble and could go either way. If I tried to escape during the day it'd also be a lot harder and entail a whole lot of risk. I made up my mind to risk it, it was worth it, if there were enough enthrallments to burn the rest of the day then I could escape per the plan tonight.

If not, then at least it'd be much later in the day, less people and visitors would be in the building, and likely a team or two would be out on other assignments.

Dennis smirked, "Cat got your tongue?"

"Something in my eye I think," and I rubbed the corner of it with my middle finger.

Dennis snorted a laugh, and he didn't even cuff me. Apparently, I couldn't even provoke him out of his good mood this morning, the man wanted me dead badly. He was going to be disappointed though, because I might die and not escape if he finishes today, but he sure as well won't be the one to do it.

Gale shook her head, "You two drive me crazy."

Dennis scowled, "Don't lump me in with the evil demon."

I laughed, but there was no humor in the sound. It wasn't hard to act worried or afraid, because I was both. Walking out in the middle of the night would've been relatively easy, leaving in the early or late afternoon if the vision memories didn't take over a day would be much harder.

Gale held out the vial, and I stared at it like it was death.

"Take it, or he'll help me force it down your throat."

I frowned and actually made my hand quaver a little as I took it. I was nervous, but a part of it was an act, the act of a person who thinks they're doomed. I could afford to give Dennis the satisfaction, rather than stir up any suspicions at this late stage. If they decided to check the cuffs, then the choice would truly be taken out of my hands, and I'd have had to act in that moment and early morning.

I took out the stopper, and then I quaffed it.

Gale started to cast...

Two years ago...

The first vision as I suspected was of the fight of Nathaniel's death. Then it skipped a little time and a whole lot of sex, to just past emergence. There'd been a small... shall I call it a bump? A small bump in my call girl service clientele. Most of the men really liked my ears and thought that me being fae was very hot. Especially when they learned how isolated the fae kept themselves from the general population.

They not only lived in forests, but they lived inside mounds which were personal dimensions only anchored to those locations. They were extremely reclusive and so isolated they couldn't be found, so suddenly I was not only the hottest woman in the room as their arm candy at parties, but I was also a rarity and point of curiosity as a fae.

Most... but not all. Some few of my clients reacted badly and in paranoia. They accused me of using magic to beguile them, and they were horrified at the idea I might not be hot and barely legal at all but using glamour on them. Those men were enthralled to calm them down and then struck from my client list, but I had plenty of men panting to add me at the time, so it was no big deal either. The only point in bringing it up was that all those incidents were added to the memories that were reviewed.

Then I was in bed with Gabby, on my back, while my sexy petite witch was teasing my body. It wasn't our first time in bed together, since it'd been almost a week since I'd told her what I really was right before we'd crossed that line.

A lovely tingling wave of pleasure went through my body as she teasingly brushed her lips across my sensitive nipple, while her free hand tweaked my other nipple.

She said breathily and teasingly into my breast, "Evil seductress, and dark demoness. I can't seem to resist your amazing tits," and I let out a moan as her hot breath, warm tongue, and sucking lips gave my nipple the attention it deserved.

I cackled evilly, or I tried to, but it'd come out more like a breathy seductive laugh instead. I panted shamelessly when she bit down on my nipple sending a bolt of pain down to my sex that exploded into pleasure radiating from my sensitive clit. My hands caressing her face and hair as I arched my back and pushed my tits into her hands and face eagerly.

"You are helpless to resist my evilness," I panted out, then I giggled.

My Gabby was a wonder, totally owning the demoness thing, and it was something she teased about often, usually in bed. She was also incredibly passionate, something common to fire witches actually, but she took it to a very good place.

She faux accused, "Evil soulless creature! I must smite you."

A warm thrill went down my spine as she started to cast a spell in Latin, her lips teasing my nipple as they moved, and I moaned deeply in anticipation. This wasn't the first time she'd smote me with one of her passion spells.

When she finished, an insanely delicious heat infused my body in swirling waves, and I arched and trembled right on the edge of ecstasy.

"Gabby!" I screamed in ecstasy, when the sexy reddish-brown haired witch spanked my nipple as she bit down hard on the other one. It was more than enough to push me over, the way the sharp pain exploded into dirty pleasure down below, adding a wicked joyful euphoria to the heat of the spell. My mind was lost in pleasure-addled ecstasy as I came hard for my witch.

Her spell extended that pleasure by a great amount, as did her continued attention to my breasts.

She giggled into my breast as I came down, then suckled sweetly, warming me with light waves of tingling pleasure which added to the post endorphin rush and bliss.

"Something funny?" I asked breathily, as I caressed her face. I was drowning in the pleasure, her company, and her lovely affection. She was a bit wild, and despite her words when we first met, she'd thrown herself into this new relationship with Rocco and me. She was amazing.

She sighed softly and crawled back up to nibble on my lips, then she kissed me deliciously in a lingering and sweet kiss, and she let out a little gasp of her own as I stealthily wrapped my hand around the back of her neck, and the other hand snuck in a nipple pinch of my own. I loved her tits too, so firm, highly proud, and perfectly rounded. She was so sexy, petite and a perfectly proportioned hourglass.

She said softly, "You are just impossibly sensual and so very beautiful while cumming for me, not funny exactly, but it struck a funny note in me when I seriously considered hitting you with that pleasure spell all day long, just to watch you cum for me over and over."

I grinned, "See, you totally can't resist the evil seduction."

She nodded in agreement, and bit her lip, then she gasped as I rolled us over and attacked her neck with nips, soft brushing kisses, and teasing licks, before kissing down her body. Her body was so delightfully responsive to my every touch, lips, fingertips, and tongue. The pleasure running through me through our carnal connection and my magic was proof of that, and we both gasped when I teasingly took her nipple into my mouth.

A thrill went through me, as well as an avalanche of pleasure when my fingers found her soaked labia and teased along them even as I bit down very lightly on her nipples. Her breasts were extremely sensitive, about as sensitive as mine actually, she just didn't enjoy the same level of painful shocks I did when my breasts were mauled.

Euphoria flushed my body in gentle waves as I teased hers up higher, and her sweet gasps and sighs of pleasure were music to my ears, as I started to kiss my way down her soft supple body. As usual the feedback made me feel everything she felt, and I was a little lost in the pleasure of my touch and how well I was overwhelming her senses.

I moaned deeply in lusty approval as I took my first lick between her legs. So soft and sweet on my tongue, so tasty, as she ran her fingers through my hair and gripped, and her back arched as she let out a delightful panting gasp. Not just from her pleasure rolling gently through my own body, but also in enjoyment of her taste, as I looked up into her warm chocolate eyes to see wonder and amazed pleasure there.

It was where I belonged, licking out my sexy witch, my head between her legs, my tongue giving her pleasure as my hands squeezed her ass and held her squirming body still. It was my nature, and where I felt at home. Just like with the men, and having a cock in my mouth, I was made to eat pussy, and my witch's heavenly silken paradise was delicious.

What made it more intense was the awed affection, true affection, and amazement that I was hers in that moment. That I really thought she was amazing herself, and beyond sexy. It was intense, sex with a lover. I always enjoyed myself more, though it was by degrees. Sucking a client's cock was still the second-best thing in my life, felt like that was my purpose and one I loved to fulfill, and not empty to me at all, like it may grow to be for a human call-girl.

It'd also made me an incredibly sought-after call-girl, because I never had to fake it, was never jaded with my clients. I wanted to be there. And that was only truer for my Abby and Rocco, who had earned the pleasures of my body with their affection, and they'd won my affection in the rest of our lives as well as in bed. Balance was only one part of the equation with them.

I saw her eyes widen and then a thrill of anticipation went through me as the bed moved. My Rocco didn't let me down, as he speared my slutty pussy just a moment later, and he gave me a hard spank.

"Eat that pussy good for her," he ordered.

I moaned in agreement, as I felt both his and my pleasure at the silken friction and slick sliding sensations on our most sensitive parts as he started to rock his body into me from behind. I focused through that double pleasure inundating my succubus body and senses easily though, that was part of my nature too, as I continued to lick out my witch lovingly, and even teased at her puckered hole with my fingertip which drove her wild.

The closer she got the more I assaulted her sex with sensual and firm strokes of my tongue, and deep licks into her passage only to replace my tongue with two fingers. I worked her with devotion and joy in my heart, as I looked up into those warm chocolate brown eyes. It was so intense, that connection, and the higher she got the more my fire witch squirmed wildly under my sensual assault.

When she was close, I stuck a finger in her ass as I sucked in her clit and swirled it with my tongue, all while rubbing my fingertips against her wall and grinding her g-spot. The powerful ecstasy struck like lightning and stormed through both our bodies, and we keened in pleasure as one as I continued to lick her and finger fuck her through her pleasure to extend and raise us both higher.

We were only halfway through our orgasms when my wildly milking and convulsing sex overwhelmed Rocco's control.

He grunted, "Fuck, baby!"

Gods, I loved it when he called me baby so possessively, because the surge of affection behind it was undeniable, and it disarmed me every time.

His cock pulsed and throbbed deep inside me, and I felt a wicked warmth and delight as I always did when a man was emptying himself into me. More than that, my own wracking orgasm turned from a storm thunderously rolling through my body and mind to a hurricane of lashing pleasure that howled through and emptied my mind of all conscious thought as his ecstasy was added to my own.

Threesomes were so fucking intense, for a succubus, not to mention the addition pleasure of feeding from them both. Somehow, I kept licking rhythmically with the rapturously transcendent hurricane raging through my body and lashing my senses, and of course my sex knew what to do without conscious thought, as it eagerly milked his cock with rolling squeezes and convulsions to both make it better for him and extract as much pleasure and cum as possible.

It felt like it lasted an eternity, before that storm of pleasure passed.

I sighed in blissful contentment, as I crawled up her body, and kissed my Abby languidly and affectionately, before rolling over on my side and snuggling into hers.

Gabby said, "So very evil," in a breathy voice filled with awed pleasure, and it made me giggle.

I warmed inside, as Rocco spooned into my back, his wet cock finding a place between my warm bubbled ass cheeks as his arm went over me, and teasingly stroked Gabby's stomach and the sensitive bottom of her breasts.