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"You'll belong to me from here on out."
He nodded; his eyes still shut.
"You will be loyal solely to me." I gripped his chin and forced him to look at me.
His sweet puppy dog, brown eyes, clouded over from the sex and magic, looked at me. "Yes, Mistress."
"Imogen is fine, my love."
"Yes, my love."
I smiled, as he murmured sweet nonsensical words. I gently removed his cuffs, and he got down on his knees. I petted him like the good dog he was and guided him to the front of the stage.
The crowd murmured at the sight and lifting a leg up onto a chair I offered my new dog a treat for being so well behaved.
I felt the dark energy in the room shift, as I played with it. Offering it what it needed and feeling its hunger roll over us. I bowed my head as my new pet lapped at my core. His tongue thick and wet, flattened on my clit as he licked up and down, driving me wild with need.
Energy poured from my fingertips as I dragged them through his hair, pressing his mouth against my wet pussy. Taking life and breathing it back into them was kick I got off on. With necromancy came some sick and twisted perversions. Ones we sought out and craved.
Rodrigo sucked harder, hungrier as he gripped my ass, pulling me closer. I felt the lust fill the air, the crowd purred, echoing around us, feeding me energy, and fulfilling the succubus’s hunger. She curled deep in my core, vibrating on his tongue until I shattered. The bitch always played to win.
Rodrigo continued to feast. Loud slurping sounds, mixed with incoherent grunts filled the air. He held me pressed to him as I let him have his way with me. The succubus winded around his dick, hardening it. I tugged on his chain, lifting him until he was standing before me. The crowd hummed in excitement as I turned, trailing the leash over my shoulder while spreading my legs and bending over.
This was my favorite part. The part where I fucked my dead lover. For all intents and purposes that's what he was. A corpse kept alive only by my power. To do my bidding. To satisfy my deviant sexual urges.
His blood coated cock was thick and hard as he entered me. My pussy stretched around him so eagerly, like a wanton slut, I wriggled my ass on him. His movements became rough and jagged as I tugged on his leash while he fucked me. He bit down on the flesh along my back, intensifying the pleasure. He was alive because of me. And I allowed him to claim what was his to play with, to devour, to live off of.
I cried out, the crowd moaning, grunting, and gyrating as they got off on our little show. I could feel the demon fucking me. Forcing me to surrender to her. I yelled out as Rodrigo gripped my hair, tugging it back just as I had been tugging at his leash. His grunts got louder, gruffer, like an animal rutting into his master.
My pussy throbbed around him. The slut greedy for her cock.
Standing, I reached behind me, until my back was pressed against his chest. "Give into me, Rodrigo."
I looked down, feeling fiery ghostly hands on my nipples, tugging them until they were hard peaks. The succubus was all over me, forcing me into submission, and not allowing me any pleasure without her issuing pain. The torturous burn was replaced by my lover's hands. Strong and cool as they molded to my warm, plush flesh.
His cock speared in and out of me, hard, thick, and cool.
"Fuck me!" I cried out.
The orgasm curled inside me, bringing the energy to a writhing pinnacle, right before it exploded. We both cried out, riding the waves as it crashed over us. The power rolled through me as the demon fed.
The Ringmaster would be satisfied to know that I'd done my part tonight. I’d sufficed the demon’s desires and we’d live one more night in peace in this hell hole of a circus.
Chapter3
Lazarus
Iwatched her work her magic from the stage. The energy curled around my cock, making sure to make itself known. I was hers now, there was no turning back from what had happened.
My Belle had left me for another, and I gave my life for hers without her knowing. In a way, she saved me. Because I was no longer under the clutches of the witch.
Being saved by Imogen only meant I'd be trapped with her forever. Death always lingering on the other side. If she wasn't careful, it would catch me and keep me in its clutches. Better here with her, I was safe, or so I was told.
I sensed I wasn't like the others she brought on stage. Lovers that fulfilled her dirty needs. Don't get me wrong, she loved them in her own way, but when she came to me, she came quietly. It was always late at night when everyone was sound asleep. She'd climb over me, her pussy dripping with need as it engulfed my eager cock. Her soft moans filling the silence around us. In the last few weeks, I'd become hungry for her. I craved her body, her moans, the way she rode me. That soft roll of my name off her tongue as she sweetly unraveled for me.
We never said a word. Just a deep understanding filled our eyes as we took what we needed from each other. The succubus didn't partake in these secret encounters. Too drained from the evening games, it left us alone. To feel each other and nothing more.
Imogen came so prettily then. A true pleasure that racked her body as her soul mingled with mine. I never experienced something so freeing as being trapped in her warmth. It was a different kind of pleasure. One that connected us both.
