Succubus Awakens

Rocco said deeply, "She's pretty incredible. I've never met anyone as good and lovely as she is."

Gabby giggled, "I know, the irony kills me. Speaking of which."

The last three words had been serious, and not teasing, so I asked, "What's up?"

She sighed, "Yesterday when I made the sale, they had concerns about the potion quality, since it used to be Nathaniel that brewed them. The shifter present gave me a funny look when I assured them that they were high quality, and I told them my fae alchemist had worked and studied with Nathaniel for a year on potion making."

Rocco's voice rumbled, "He didn't pick up a lie. He probably just picked up a false note that told him you were holding back some information on our Lexi. Not just the demon part either, the leader part too. Your words implied that she both worked for you, and that she's only fae. I just picked up on the same thing."

Gabby nodded, "That's what I was thinking. So I had a somewhat crazy idea."

"What's that?"

Gabby replied, "I want you to enthrall me and see if that works. The last thing we need is nervously curious customers, in an illegal black-market business. They need to be confident."

I nodded thoughtfully as I sent my magic her way, "Gabby, I am your fae alchemist when it comes to the black-market business."

It wasn't even a lie, not really, it just wasn't the full information. It also wasn't exactly an order, at least not to do something, it was an order to believe something. Something I'd never tried before.

Gabby shook her head, her widened eyes and slackened face going back to normal, and she said, "Lexi is my fae alchemist," then we both looked at Rocco.

Rocco rumbled, "Nothing that time. Interesting."

I wiggled back against Rocco, who was getting hard, "Why don't you give our witch a load too, then me and her can sixty-nine for our tasty treats while you enjoy the show. I want to watch you fuck her, while I tease you both."

Gabby grinned, "I like that plan. Come shove that big cock in me."

Rocco being a man with two hot eager women in his bed, didn't argue...

The skips grew larger, there was a similar scene with Nick involved a month or two later, and further skips as we were challenged a few times over those two years for our position in the city. The black market was a dangerous endeavor, but with my greater power I didn't overly worry about it. It'd only been the ridiculous timing of me being so drained that had enabled even the council to meet success. So much so I'd started to suspect it was arranged that way. I'd never asked, but that big order could've been part of the council's takedown in hindsight.

He'd been a loyal customer for a long time, but that was easy to work around. I doubt Abby would've detected a false note if a council vampire had compelled him to order all those potions.

The coincidence of things going that wrong during the three hours or so that I'd be drained on that day seemed... astronomical as far as chance.

It was hard to keep track of time very accurately during the mind-rape visions of my past, and I started to get nervous as two years turned into one year, then six months, then three months. I'd never used enthrallment all that much, I didn't need to in my business. Only attacks, or when exposure risks came up, which hadn't been often with Abby fronting as leader. Mostly I'd just brewed potions at home, ran experiments, and fucked and sucked my clients and three lovers.

My family.

I'd taken the risk that it might be dragged out one more day, and it hadn't paid off. The clock on the wall only showed three-thirty when we came out of it, and we were up to present.

I'd run out of time, and I had to hope what I'd done had been enough. My mind raced through several ideas, and it had been during the memory review all day.

Chapter Twelve -- Escape or Death

Dennis's smirk pissed me off, I could practically feel the anticipation of violence rolling off him in waves. I don't care what he was, pack, council investigator, the shifter was on the very edge of rogue as far as I was concerned. No one that gloried in death and pain like he seemed to should be in a position of authority, or even breathing as far as I was concerned.

I snapped out as my magic exploded out of me, "Don't move or speak."

Dennis froze and his eyes widened with shocked panic. Gale on the other hand, my enthrallment magic couldn't touch, she was shielded.

Fae were fast though, and as she opened her mouth to scream for the guards or start casting, the cuffs fell off my wrists and I dove over the table. I hit her chest with my elbows as my hands wrapped around her throat, and her chair fell backwards. I squeezed hard and wreathed my hands in hellfire to burn through her protections.

My ability to focus was high at that point, so it was relatively easy to keep the fire from burning her, and only taking down her shields.

She screamed, the shields preventing my hands from cutting off her air, but only for a second or two. Her shields fell, and I barked, "Don't move or speak without permission."

She shut up, and her eyes narrowed.

I got up, "Fix your chair, and sit down."

As she did that, I asked conversationally, "You've seen how my magic works, the balance it keeps. What do you suppose would happen to you two, if I gave you orgasms, after you abused me and mind-raped me for the last... ten days?"

Both their eyes went wide with horror, and I laughed, "Don't worry, I'd sooner fuck a pig. But I am curious about something. Permanent enthrallment, something I've never tried. I've been giving it a lot of thought the last few days, it seems ridiculous, and I suspect it is ridiculous. Shall we see what I can figure out?"

Gale's eyes flickered to the door.

I straddled her and smiled a bit darkly, "You're really quite attractive, Gale. Don't worry, no one will interrupt us, after all I have the camera enchanted. Had it enchanted for days now. There's plenty of bullshit for it to show the guards, I'm sure. No one will save you, and you owe me for all that mind rape. So, I'm sure you won't mind being my guinea pigs."

I leaned in and kissed her. I didn't need sex, I just needed to create that sympathetic connection. As soon as I felt her soft lips tingling along with my own, my enthrallment power raced up into her. It didn't feel like the magic did anything, even as I focused on it forming a permanent link, nor did it combine with my other magic in any way.

I sighed, "Nope, permanent enthrallment is bullshit. But... I have a theory. I've had a long time to consider all the angles after all. Oh, cheer up, if this works you two get to live, as my puppets on the council of course, but you'll still be alive."

Her eyes widened in horror.

I was a nice person, but these fuckers had mind-raped me for ten days, I'd had three hours of sleep a night if that, and I felt dirty and violated. They owed me for that torture, for making me relive the death of my family, and of Nathaniel.

I kissed her again, and instead of directing my magic in any way I focused on the idea of creating a permanent bond. Not enslavement, just a bond. My magic wasn't evil after all. The fallen angels, full-blooded and damned succubae that twisted the power into evil uses. They would drain and steal the soul of any victim they slept with, out of greed and lust for power. That was an evil and distorted use of their power, I suspected an angel would use it as I have been, in balance.

Point being, a slave bond sounded like a twisted use of a different kind of power I may have had. Or rather, it just wasn't a slave bond at all.

The magic that caused that sympathetic connection between us during sex grew, more magic surged, and I felt it as it locked into her. I grinned, as I broke the kiss. Turns out I had another power after all. Or... not another one, but one I hadn't been using to its full potential.

"Can you hear me?" I sent my mental voice down that bond.

Her terror filled widened eyes told me she had very much heard me.

I got up, "Time to experiment a little more. Slap Dennis, will you? If you want to."

I nodded in satisfaction as she didn't do it. The bond didn't make her a slave, it merely connected us sympathetically.

I sent my enthrallment magic down our bond, and said in her mind, "Slap Dennis."

Her hand whipped out, and backhand slapped him right in his face.

I chuckled, "Awesome. Say something back."

Gale sent to my mind, "Fuck you."

I chuckled sultrily, and bit my lip seductively, then said breathily, "Was that an offer?"

Okay, maybe I was a little bit evil, as I giggled at her panicked look. You'd think they hadn't just seen how I'd lived my life the last three years, with honor and integrity, and an evenhandedness.

I knew then the bond was just a bond, something to be done with a trusted ally, and not a control at all. But I could subvert its purpose, to control someone remotely by piggy backing that bond with my enthrallment power. In that case, I felt fully justified, it wasn't a use that harmed or twisted my soul, and they owed me. It would be convenient to have two people on the council who could warn me of future danger, if in our new lives if we were ever caught out again.

Assuming of course, I escaped this building alive.

I also suspected the succubus that had taken down so many with her death, had ordered all of those people to kill themselves if they ever felt the bond drop. Just... a normal enthrallment order, a ticking bomb in their minds, that would cause them to commit suicide. She never had said how they died, and I seriously doubted they'd just dropped dead. That... really didn't feel right.

It was also a shame I hadn't found this power earlier, because Abby, Rocco, and Nick could've warned me that they'd been busted. It was a bond I'd make, as soon as possible with them. I had no doubt they'd consent, and I wouldn't do it if they didn't. But these assholes were another story, there was an imbalance between us.

I walked over and kissed Dennis, which disgusted me, but I was able to form a bond with him too.

"Okay, first we're going to deal with all those memories of me you have. I don't like it."

I enthralled them to close their eyes.

Then I started to speak in a musical liquid voice, the language of the fae, as I cast a spell to remove the last month of memories from their minds. That would cover their intimate knowledge of my life that they'd stolen, and another twenty days or so. Not perfect, but they'd have most of hteir memories. I simply didn't know a memory spell for ten days, only one, three, and thirty.

At that point, they knew nothing about me at all, not even that they'd been bonded, what I looked like, what my name was, and possibly not even that a subspecies of demon named succubus even existed.

Then I spoke to their minds using enthrallment, "You will never speak of the voice in your head, or of suspicions that anyone can control you. You will also find a way to delete all case files and other data regarding Alexis Black, Rocco Castillo, Gabby Meyer, and Nick Fox from the council's servers without getting caught."

I paused, for a moment tempted to just kill them. They did deserve it, but the chance to wipe out the council's records was too good to pass on. Plus, it would be useful to have them in the system.

"Lastly," I again said directly to their minds, "You will periodically run searches on succubae and open demon cases, or permanent enthrallment. You will keep me apprised of their hunt for me, but do not get caught. When you're questioned about this, you can honestly tell them you were not permanently enthralled and that I did not fuck you."

That seemed good enough. I cast another spell, and they were knocked out. Let my jailors wonder why I'd spared them. They sure as hell weren't going to get any information out of them. Of course, it could be a moot point, I wouldn't be surprised if the Nephilim on the local council has them executed for failing so spectacularly.

I walked over to the door and opened it. I didn't have to look, my magic could feel all the supernaturals and even humans around me. I knew the hallway was clear, and I even knew my way to the cells down the corridor. I'd made the walk often enough, after all.

All the cell doors had separate alarm wards, that's why it'd take so long. But they were my wards now, and with a thought the three doors opened.

I grinned widely, as my two drool-worthy shifters and my sexy witch peeked out warily.

"Miss me?"

Rocco said, "About time, love. I was starting to get bored."

I winked at him.

The suppression cuffs, I didn't have to be subtle anymore, and I broke their enchantments one at a time with a single finger and a little hellfire, my people were free.

"Okay, the plan was to run tonight, early morning in the middle of the night after your powers had regenerated."

Gabby interjected, "Where are you going with this?"

I sighed, "You three are a liability right now, and will be helpless for hours. So... in the closet."

I waved my hand, and a small doorway opened against the wall, to my closet sized mound.

Nick growled, but he calmed slightly as I put my hands on him and kissed him deeply.

"I know, it's a shitty plan, but it was either that or die. None of you can help me escape right now, and it's going to be hard enough without needing to protect you three besides myself. Please?"

They all looked mutinous.

I told them what I'd discovered, and that if they bonded with me that I could keep them aware of what I was doing and what was going on.

As I knew they would, they immediately acquiesced. Their trust and love of me was humbling and filled me with warmth. Not to mention feeling it directly, I had no doubts they all adored me. We formed the bond, and I opened up my mind for them.

Gabby said, "Shit, that's weird."

I nodded, "You can close your eyes when you go in the closet, obviously this will help next time, if any of us are in trouble the information can be relayed through me immediately."

They nodded reluctantly.

Nick asked, "What's the plan?"

I shrugged, "Once I escape? We go legit, no more black market. I can keep my nature hidden if we eliminate the other risks, at least as far as we can. Register and sell legal potions at whatever kind of business you three want to set up? While I'm also running a new escort business on the side. Going to have to get all new clients."

Abby asked, "Do we have time for this?"

I waved my hand, "We're good until we leave this floor, I own all the magic on this floor, save the ward on the stairwell. But you're not wrong, this conversation can wait. I was thinking some kind of business model we could all get behind, that included potions as a side. We also have money, so it's not like we'll be in a rush. Right now, my only solid plan is getting out of Reno, finding a nice motel room, and loving the three of you for a week straight."

Rocco grinned, "I can get behind that plan. We're just... on edge."

I snorted, "Me too, I haven't had sex in ten days either. Anyway, you're powerless, and the sooner we go the sooner I can calm those violent instincts."

Abby kissed me lingeringly, and when she pulled back she had wet and tear filled eyes, "I love you, Lexi. I thought... I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

She bit her lip and entered the closet. My two shifter men took liberties with my lips and even got in a few gropes and they both gave me a parting spank as they headed toward the closet.

I shook my head, my body trembling for a good hard fucking. Damn it.

I closed the door.

Rocco said in my mind, "This is better, with my eyes closed, but still weird. I can't really see, or hear, but I know what you're seeing and hearing."

Nick laughed, "Me too. More than that, we felt your pleasure and joy at our touch, love."

My eyes widened in shock. That's what the bond was for, a deepening and permanent sympathetic bond that went both ways if we were open to sending our sensations and emotions across it. That meant the next foursome was going to be very delicious, it wouldn't just be me feeling quadruple the pleasure.

Gods, that had me soaked, the idea of giving my lovers that much pleasure, and sharing my own. Hmm, maybe just double the pleasure, otherwise it'd create a feedback loop. They'd feel mine, and theirs through our connection, but not each other's or what I felt from the other two. That was curious, I also suspected it meant if I was in Walgreens picking up something and Rocco plowed Abby back home, that meant I'd be creaming my panties in Walgreens, as I felt their pleasure and joined them in ecstasy.

Huh, it just got better, the more I considered it, and I had control over those connections, so I could block their sensations when with a customer. It'd probably be bad if I came like a freight train in the middle of a conversation in a high brow party while I was arm candy, for instance.

Abby said breathily, "Would it be a distraction if I started in on sating our men's violent needs?"

I laughed, "Yes. I'd hate to die, because I started to orgasm in the middle of a fight. So pick, you get to sense what I'm doing, or you can let them split roast you, not both."

Abby replied with mock deliberation, "I'll have to think about that for a minute."

I chuckled, really loving our bond already, as I headed back toward the interrogation rooms, and past that were the steel doors that led to the main hallway for the floor, with two stairwells on either end and an elevator bank.

Nick said, "This is going to sound selfish, but what happens if you get killed?"

I said, "You'll be stuck in there for about a week, maybe two, then the spells will spit you out back into the real world as my mound collapses."

There was bottled water and rations in there, food bars and stuff like that, so it wasn't like they'd starve. I pulled my sword from my mound to my hand, and then let out my fire as the ward on the main door opened it for me, and I raced out.

The two shifters on guard didn't even have time to cry out, as I took the head of one, and cut the other one in half, kicking the torso and sending it flying away so it couldn't heal back together.

It was a bit gruesome, but shifter healing was a bitch, cutting into pieces really was the fastest way to kill them.

I put the sword away, hopefully those would be the only deaths. If I had to fight my way out my chances would go down considerably. Instead, I threw a glamour of the cute redhead shifter around me, and then called for the elevator. If I broke the ward on the stairs it would alert the whole building, and I didn't have the hour or so it would take to subvert it. Something else would go wrong if I waited that long.

I also couldn't turn invisible, the main wards on the building would prevent it, the council seemed rather paranoid about people sneaking around in their building. But it let me look, smell, and feel like the female shifter I'd beheaded.

The doors dinged, and I used my body to block the powerful witch's view of the blood splatter and dead bodies as I got on the elevator and nodded politely as I turned around. The ground floor was already lit, so I tried to relax my shoulders.

"Carrie, aren't you still on duty for another twenty minutes?"

Yeah, another flaw in the plan. My fae magic could perfectly imitate the tone and sounds of any voice. The failure though is I hadn't heard Carrie's voice. So I had no idea what she sounded like.

I turned and dropped a silence glamour over the elevator as my hands exploded in hellfire. Once again I burned through a witch's wards and pulled it back, then I just gave her a hard-right cross that knocked her ass down and out. My plan was going far from smoothly.

And it was about to get a whole lot worse.