Confessions of a Sex Demon (2 page)

“I did.” Lennox took up one of his swords and began
sharpening the blade. Before
Edetta
could say more,
he addressed the patrons at his stall. “With a man like Bane running around,
you probably have need for a good weapon.
Here.
Try
mine.”

The town of
Sprecia
bustled as the
morning market came to life. Sellers of various goods, from artisan weaponry to
potions and exotic fruit, lined the cobblestone streets of the medieval village
in the realm of
Aerion
. The village was a mix of
medieval and modern, from wood to stone and stucco, and even cement, buildings;
but above all,
Sprecia
looked like a quiet medieval
village. The small city seemed innocent enough during the daytime, but at
night, Zahra knew there were plenty of opportunities to get in trouble. And
nobody found trouble like her younger sister.

Zahra spotted the pink-haired firecracker slumped against
the yellow stucco wall of a popular bar. The last time she’d found
Sephina
here, she’d been surrounded by men, hungry for what
a young succubus could offer.

“Come to pay your dues?”

Zahra turned toward the arrogant voice. The man standing
just behind her was a muscular mess of tattooed inscriptions and piercings, a
foreboding reminder of his affinity for pain.
Especially
inflicting it on others.

She scowled. “As a matter of fact, I have. Shall we go
inside?”

“It’s a good thing you love sex as much as I love money.”
Bane motioned for her to turn into his establishment, his voice dripping with
sinister amusement.

Before allowing her to pass, the wizard nodded toward where
her sister lay slumped on the ground. “This brings back memories, does it not?”

Angry heat flooded her body, and she nearly put
Zeth’s
orgasmic fuel to work on the arrogant wizard
asshole. He was referring to Zahra’s darkest memory, the evening her sister was
nearly gang-raped by Bane’s entourage.

“Are you referring to the night you sold drugs to a
seventeen-year-old orphan?” Zahra pushed past him into his empty mead house.

“No, I was referring to the night when a succubus whore came
to me for a fix.”

Don’t hit him, don’t hit him.
But the orgasmic high
lingering in her system from the knight’s sensual visit left her ready to wipe
the disgusting smile from Bane’s face.

“Don’t even think about it, Zahra. I’ll have a binding spell
upon you before you can blink those long lashes of yours.” The tall wizard
flexed his biceps as he folded his arms across his chest.

Zeth’s
cocky essence coursing
through her had convinced her otherwise. In a flash of speed, Zahra drove her
hand toward the wizard’s handsome face. Her fist connected with the magically
perfected façade of flesh and the glamour flickered.

“I thought I’d let you get that out of your system. Now it’s
my turn.”

Her aching fist stopped midway in the air, frozen in time.
Her body too, stilled against her own will. Bane’s emerald gaze swirled with
amusement and flecks of malice. Her curves reflected in his lustful gaze like
an ominous mirror of what he had planned for her.

“Money with a side of succubus.
The
stars are smiling on me today.” His hand went to her breast and squeezed hard.

Discomfort and disgust caused bile to creep up her throat as
Bane manhandled her, feeling his way around her body. The worst part was that
she knew the smile on his face came not from fondling her breasts, but at the
satisfaction that she hated it. His hand slid under her shirt and snaked up to
her naked curves, her nipples hardening from his rough treatment.

“See, I know you love this. You may hate me, but you’re
still a succubus whore.”

The spell still held Zahra’s mouth shut. She knew that it
would fade soon; the new Laws of
Wizarding
ensured no
magician got away with corruption. Bane, however, was corrupt as hell. Zahra’s
mouth dried with fury as the wizard’s other free hand went to her ass. The
fabric that stretched over her curves brought her plenty of customers to pay
off
Sephina’s
debt, but did little to lessen the
force of Bane’s fingers prodding her skin.

Her body tingled, not from pleasure, but from the sensation
of the spell beginning to fade. His large hand squeezed violently once more
before reaching into her back pocket and removing the wad of currency there.
Just as he finished pulling out the money, the spell faded. Zahra used the
closeness of his body to propel her knee into his groin.

“You bi—” His curse was cut short by loss of breath.

Bane fell to the ground and, as he did, various forms of
demon and human cash fluttered to the floor.
The choking
sounds wheezing through his throat made Zahra smile.
Pulling her shirt
back down, she strode toward the exit. “Keep the change, witch.”

A pained gargle was his only reply, and it was just enough
to make her day. After all, when your adopted sister was a drug addict and you
owed an evil wizard a bunch of money, the small things were what got you through.

Stepping outside Bane’s mead house, Zahra returned to her
sister’s slumped form. The humans and demons browsing the morning market paid
her no heed, used to the sight of the drugged-out succubus.

“C’mon.” Zahra whispered, but knew she’d get no response as
she hoisted the young woman into her arms.
It’d been an easy decision inviting the troubled succubus to
come live with her
.
Sephina
was from one of
the only other incubus families in the village, and since Zahra was several
years older, she’d always felt protective. Although Zahra’s own family had
always been one of intense love and compassion, she knew that dark things often
happened within incubi households. And
Sephina’s
case
was no different.

Sex demons needed release to survive, and when one couldn’t
obtain it, madness often came from desperation. One day Zahra had found
Sephina’s
father forcing himself on her. The sight had made
Zahra vomit, but not before she punched the sick bastard in the face and
dragged
Sephina
from the home.

As Zahra made her way through the town, she received several
glances. She ignored them while balancing the young succubus on her back and
nearing their apartment.

“Zahra?”
Strands of pink hair
falling across Zahra’s shoulder shifted as the young woman stirred.

“Did my attempt to carry your heavy ass across town wake
you?”

“I’m not heavy.” The words were raspy and pained by the
obvious come down of whatever she was on.

“We’re almost home, can you walk now?”

“No.” But Zahra heard remnants of her sister’s playful side
buried within her drug-induced fog and set her down.

“Do I need to tie you down with my bondage chains to get you
to stay sober?”

Sephina
stumbled along beside her,
but caught herself. “You mean you
could
stop using them long enough to
do that?”

Zahra glared at the pink-haired, tiger-eyed girl, but
couldn’t help the smile that came with her sister’s playful jibe. Teasing meant
she was alive.

“There are plenty of things for my kinkier clients to tie me
up with. I’ll make a note to save the chains just for you.”

Sephina
took Zahra’s hand as they
neared the home they shared. By the pained storm flickering in
Sephina’s
gaze, Zahra knew the young succubus took her palm
not for balance, but in gratitude.

“I’m going to get clean, I promise.”

Zahra squeezed her hand before releasing it to unlock the
front door. “We’ll find another way to make the bad memories go away, okay?”

“I don’t want you to have to do this anymore.”

“Hey, I’m a succubus. Life could be worse than getting paid
for sex.”

“I know you. You want more.
Just like you
wanted more for me.”

Silence hung in the air as they entered the dark home. It
was true, Zahra wanted more. But for now she couldn’t have it. The only thing
she could hope for now was getting her sister clean and paying off the enormous
debt hanging over their heads.

She rubbed her hand down
Sephina’s
back. “Go upstairs and shower and don’t come down for a while. I have a
customer due in a couple hours. I’m going to head into town real quick and
bring back some food.”

Sephina
made her way up the wooden
staircase, her tiny body fragile and weak from the drug use, not the typical
curvy stature of the sex demon she’d once been.
Sephina
was right; Zahra desperately wanted more for her. And Zahra would do anything
to make that happen.

Lennox eyed the vixen as she lingered at his table. Her
presence unnerved him.

“This is a beautiful blade.”

The succubus purred the words like the well-practiced
seductress she was. Instead of taking the statement as a compliment, Lennox
folded his arms across his chest. He didn’t acknowledge her, probably the first
man ever to pass on conversing with a sex demon.

Out of the corner of his eye, he caught her tracing her way
down the steel of the dagger. A long, slender finger lingered on the jewels
dotting the hilt. Her nails were painted a bright purple, a stark contrast
against her porcelain skin.

“How much?”
The words rolled off
her tongue like silk. Lennox faced her and saw her full crimson lips parted in anticipation
as she held the dagger in the palm of her hands.

Never before had the weapon looked so beautiful. The silver
hilt melted into the paleness of her grip as if it never wanted to leave. Her hands
created a gentle frame for the sharp blade decorated by tiny amethyst, emerald,
and ruby stones. This dagger was one of the few pieces that would fetch him a
good living.

“More than you could afford, succubus.”

“Is my devious nature so obvious, or does gossip travel that
fast?” Her golden eyes locked on his, challenging a response. She wasn’t
affected by his insult.
Pity.

“Your kind may think they can hide, but a sex demon often
gives themselves away. It’s the look of perpetual vanity and lust that never
departs their expression.”

She didn’t miss a beat. “Strange, that so beautiful a blade
could be crafted by such bitter hands.”

Her words stung. If anything she could have said would be
true, it was that he was a bitter man. But he hadn’t always been. The dagger
clattered to the table he’d set up next to
Edetta
.

“I hope that his magnanimous charm doesn’t rub off on you.”
The succubus leaned across the stall next to him, her ample cleavage revealed
by her plunging corset as she kissed the old woman on the cheek. A heat wave of
spicy cinnamon intoxicated his senses and his dick became instantly hard.

“He’s not always so sour.”
Edetta
chuckled as she pulled a scarf against her cheeks. Sweaters added extra inches
to the woman’s dainty frame, a blaring contrast to the voluptuous, skin-baring
succubus.

“Let me have some gingerbread for
Sephina
.
It’s her favorite.” The sex demon smiled, causing Lennox to recoil. A creature
so vile should not look so angelic. His insults completely forgotten by the
succubus, her eyes glittered with giddy anticipation, lightness dancing across
her cheeks. She looked more like an angel than a vixen as
Edetta
handed over a dark loaf of bread.

“Take some as a gift. Wish her well for me, will you?”

“Of course I will, and I’ll give her your best wishes. Your
hard work should be compensated though.”

Lennox watched the sex demon insist upon paying for the
bread. He wasn’t surprised she’d have extra cash lying around. She was
beautiful enough; she probably had plenty of customers to keep her wealthy.
He’d melt his dagger down before seeing it in the hands of a harlot.

The succubus called Zahra walked away and Lennox did his
best not to stare at the curves departing through the crowd. Sex demons were a
crude race; he abhorred them. Like a cruel traitor, his mouth watered as she
disappeared from sight, the last remains of her cinnamon scent lingering in his
space. He stepped back as the sultry scent crowded him, overwhelming him with
need. The damn woman probably constantly emitted pheromones.

“You must have some story to arrive in a new town with such
hatred.”
Edetta
broke off a piece of soda bread.
“Here, chew on this. Maybe it will keep you from insulting possible customers.”

Lennox ignored the chunk of bread being thrust at him by
wrinkled hands. “You mentioned that there is another sex demon family in this
village. Are they also in the fornication trade?”

Edetta
glared in response. “You
shouldn’t judge Zahra so fast, there’s more to her than meets the eye. She’s
very loyal to her family.”

His suspicions were confirmed. “She has a brother named
Reza?”

“Oh yes, she does.
Dashing young man.
He moved to a city a month’s travel from here.”

“Yes. I’ve met him.”

With that, Lennox sharpened his favorite dagger. He would
have his revenge soon, but not using steel. He had a very unique arsenal of
torture devices just waiting for his victim.

* * * *

Music blared through the walls of Zahra’s tiny apartment.
Sephina
often blasted the tunes to drown out any noise from
the clientele. Zahra was glad for it, and now she waited for her next
appointment, a first-time customer.

The door swung open, announcing Zahra’s well-paying
sexcapade
, but his face didn’t match the voice she’d heard
on the phone. He looked young.
So young.