Her Incubus Master (The Children of Lilith) (19 page)

Psyche spoke again. "The Children of Lilith offer a
sacred partnership to mortals such as ourselves. From this day forward, all
that you feel, your partner shall feel also, and they will be nourished and
uplifted by what you give them in love and friendship."

Andras moved behind Katie and put his hands on her shoulders.
"Will you drink, Katie, and bind yourself to me as my
philtata?
"

This was third request, so Katie lifted the glass to her
lips and took a mouthful.

It was really sickeningly sweet and strong and herbal. Kind
of like honey-flavored Jӓgermeister.

She coughed a little at that first swallow, then chugged the
rest as fast as she could. Andras hadn't been kidding when he warned her that
it wasn’t a sipping beverage, and that the best way to deal with it was to
drink it as fast as possible.

The ambrosia hit her stomach and expanded in a hot pool,
like really strong booze. It made her feel sleepy and relaxed, but also
hyper-aware of every noise and sensation.

At least she wasn't feeling nervous anymore.

Andras raised her left arm, and she felt a tickling
sensation as he slid a bracelet made of elaborately-knotted red string over her
hand.

Amor took the pomegranate from the tray and tore it open
with a swift twist of his hands.

"Kneel," Andras whispered.

Katie sank to her knees, feeling tipsy. Amor held out one
half of the pomegranate, the white pith studded with shiny, bright-red seeds.

"Do you freely give yourself to my son Andras, Katie
Gunnarson, and swear to love him well and to keep his honor as your own?"
Amor asked.

"I do."

"In return," Amor continued, "Andras
Vélos
, do you accept the service of this mortal
woman, to protect, cherish, and use her in Lilitû's name and worship?"

"I do," he answered, seriously. "Katie, I
swear by the Sacred Handmaiden Lilitû, you shall never want for anything, and I
will do my utmost to please you in our goddess's honor."

"Open your mouth, Katie," Amor commanded.

She obeyed, and felt him place a bunch of pomegranate seeds
on her tongue, their tartness cutting through the lingering haze of sweet booze
on her tongue.

"Twelve seeds," Psyche said. "Symbolizing
your commitment as a constant companion to a Child of Lilith."

Then Andras took Katie's left hand again, holding it while
Amor said what sounded like a prayer in a language Katie didn't recognize.   

She started as the bracelet around her wrist glowed and got
very hot, and nearly toppled over

Andras steadied her.

And then, suddenly, she could
feel
him in her head.
He felt really happy. Because of her.

She liked that.

"
Philtata
, now we are bound," Andras said, in
a choked voice.

He raised her to her feet. Still hand-in-hand, they stood
facing Amor's white-robed figure. Psyche heard applause coming from behind her.

"Welcome to your new family, Katie," Amor said,
pitching her voice to carry to all corners of the garden. "You are now
dead to your old life, and have been reborn as a
philtata
to this son of
the Sacred Handmaiden. May your life from this day forward be filled with
nourishing love and transcendent pleasure!"

Dazed, Katie let Andras support her while Amor repeated the short
ceremony with Philip and Delion. She watched Philip's string bracelet intently
as Amor made the invocation.

Right on cue, his bracelet glowed, too.

It hadn't just been a trick of the light—or a hallucination
from whatever-it-was that they given her.

"Yes, it was really magic," Andras whispered to
her, as if he could now read her mind. Maybe he could. "Now we are truly
connected. No matter how far physically apart we are, we'll be able to sense
each other. And you'll be able to nourish me."

"That should make phone sex a lot of fun when you're
traveling for business," Katie whispered back, trying to suppress a
giggle.

"Yes, I imagine so," Andras murmured.

His tone was neutral, but his thumb rubbed a sensual circle
over her palm. It shouldn't feel as good as it did, but she suddenly wanted to
drag him away and rip his clothes off.

The crowd of witnesses was applauding again. Philip and
Delion stood hand-in-hand, both smiling. Philip looked as dazed as Katie felt.

"What was in that stuff I just drank?" she asked
Andras, under the cover of the applause. "I feel really weird, but good. Like
I'm drunk or high or something. Ready to start dancing on the tables. And, um,
really
horny."

Andras released her hand, and put his arm around her waist.
She leaned into him, enjoying his touch.

"The ambrosia is, among other things, formulated to
make your mind lower its barriers and inhibitions, so that the binding spell
can take hold." He kissed her ear, and she shivered, feeling a bolt of
sensation jump from his lips straight to her clit. "It will also make the Sharing
Rite easier to enjoy."

* * *

Despite the ambrosia's influence, Katie managed to get
through the next two hours without either dancing on the tables or ripping Andras'
clothes off in public. But it was a close thing.

First there was an impeccably catered sit-down dinner, with
tables scattered throughout the mansion's downstairs room.

The guests of honor were all seated together, and Katie
discovered that Philip lived in Seattle and worked as a user interface designer
in the software industry. His lover, the incubus Paul Delion, owned one of
Seattle's best known gay nightclubs, which was how they had first met.

"Are you uh, doing the Sharing Rite? To try and become
immortal?" Katie asked Philip softly, while Delion and Andras were in the
midst of a heated discussion about some pending tax legislation.

Philip shook his head. "Nope. Already got that taken
care of." He smiled, brilliantly. "You?"

"Yeah," Katie replied. "We've been trying,
but Andras thinks this might be the only way."

"At least you prefer men," Mark said in his raspy
growl. He was sitting to her left, across from Korinna. "I did it, and I'm
straight. Mostly."

"Oh." Katie looked at him, with his air of command
and his ramrod-straight posture, and tried to imagine this man agreeing to
submit to, well, anything. He definitely looked like the type who wanted to be
in charge.

"It was truly a sign of his commitment to our
bond," Korinna said softly. She reached over the table and entwined her
fingers with Mark's. "I couldn't bear the thought that we would be parted
forever if he grew old and died."

He squeezed Korinna's fingers, then turned back to Katie. "It'll
be fine," he reassured her. "And good luck."

"Thanks," she said to her new...what
was
he, exactly?

Her brother-in-law? Korinna had called him
Marcus Aquila Julianus
.
That sounded like some kind of ancient Roman name. Was he really that old?

Katie's head whirled with a combination of the ambrosia and
the effort to grasp what it meant having dinner with a group of immortals.

She bent her head to concentrate on the sheer sensual
pleasure of her dessert, a light crispy meringue shell filled with
lightly-sweetened whipped cream and a generous helping of fresh berries.

* * *

Psyche, Amor, Korinna, and Mark left after dinner, much to
Katie's relief. She liked Andras' family, especially his parents, but it would
have been too weird to have them at the orgy or whatever it was that was going
to happen next.

She still felt drunk on the ambrosia, and Andras' discreet
caresses—light kisses brushed against her throat, a slow fingertip trailed from
the inside of her elbow down to her wrist—were uncomfortably arousing.

The sick feeling of nervousness had long since dissipated,
leaving behind just a strange restlessness.

She was ready to get started and get this thing over with,
she decided.

But first, she and Andras accompanied his relatives to their
cars, with hugs and kisses all around.

Amor and Psyche lingered, eager to make Katie's
acquaintance, gently interrogated her.

In short order, Katie found herself telling them about her
own parents and older sister and brother, her hometown in Michigan, and how she
had met first Amanda at her job, then Andras.

Katie took the opportunity to invite them to the wedding,
which would be held in Ann Arbor next May. Her own parents hadn't yet met
Andras, but they were planning to spend Thanksgiving in Michigan. She only
hoped that Andras liked watching football.

While they talked, the caterers were busily packing up their
vans with piles of tablecloths, bins of dishes, and neatly-stacked piles of
chairs.

By the time Amor and Psyche's classic convertible Mercedes
finally pulled out of the mansion's driveway, the caterers were gone, too,
leaving the mansion entirely to the Children of Lilith and their companions.

Andras took her hand again. "Let's go inside. I imagine
that the festivities are already underway. If you see something you like, let
me know," he said, his voice low and sexy. "Tonight is all about
fulfilling any sexual fantasy you've ever had."

"I don't know," she said, suddenly unsure of
herself again. "You do a pretty good job of that, all on your own."

* * *

Following the sound of moans and laughter, Andras led her
upstairs, and Katie found herself in the midst of an honest-to-God orgy.

The house's second story consisted of a huge room that
looked like a medieval banquet hall, with a high ceiling and tall,
stained-glass windows, with a few smaller rooms opening out to the sides of the
hall.

All kinds of fascinating contraptions had been set up, and
were currently in use.

As she and Andras entered the hall, Katie was confronted
with the sight of a naked man tied to an X-shaped frame. He was being flogged,
his back and buttocks already striped with a crisscrossing pattern of red
welts.

Katie winced and looked away.

"Not interested?" Andras teased her. Thanks to
their new bond, she could sense that he enjoyed the sight, and found it
arousing.

Then again, he had been really turned on when he spanked
her, and she wondered if he had a kink for punishment.

"No, thank you," she said, hastily, and let Andras
lead the way.

Mattresses, benches, sofas, and other, more specialized
furniture filled the hall. There were couples, threesomes, and...uh, moresomes
in every configuration, wherever she looked. And everyone looked like they were
really enjoying themselves.

The Children of Lilith had dropped their glamours, and Katie
saw an unearthly collection of beings in the room. Some had wings, like Andras.
Others had horns, or scales. They were all beautiful in an utterly alien way.

"Oh God, please let me come!" she heard someone
pleading, desperately.

Katie saw him, flushed and sweating, suspended by his wrists
from a hook embedded in one of the hall's huge ceiling beams. He was being
tormented by two snake-haired succubae with gleaming scaled skin.

Katie stared, transfixed by the sight of
actual snakes
on the succubae's heads.

As they moved around their victim, the snakes wriggled and
hissed. Their human
philtatos
was completely shaved, naked, and wore
nipple clamps. His erect cock was tightly wrapped, leaving only the swollen
head free. 

"Soon," said one of the succubae, stretching up on
tip-toes to kiss him. "You've been a good boy, David. We'll reward you soon."

He moaned loudly as she sank down on her knees and began to
tease the tip of his cock with her mouth. At the same time, her companion moved
behind him, and began penetrating him with a slender vibrator.

A moment later, he was screaming and thrashing.
"Please! Please! Please!"

"All right," they said in unison. "You can
come now."

His expression as he writhed between the two of them, was
ecstatic.

But the scene that gave Katie the biggest erotic jolt was
the nude woman being worked over by four Children of Lilith. She was confined
and spread wide in a harness very similar to the one Andras had worn on the
night Katie had agreed to become his
philtata
.

This harness had the added bonus of being suspended from the
ceiling, turning it into a swing of sorts.

A big, nude, well-muscled incubus stood between the woman's
spread thighs, holding her knees. He didn't have wings, but there were a pair
of ram's horns growing from his temples.

As he swung her back and forth, his large cock moving in and
out of her, two succubae feasted on the woman's breasts. The pale skin of her
torso and neck were covered with red, puffy hickeys, and as one of the succubae
lifted her head with a loud slurping sound, Katie saw that the woman's nipples
were huge and swollen from the relentless attention.

The swing-harness had been angled to raise her hips. As a
result, her head hung down. Katie heard her moaning in pleasure around the engorged
cock of a second incubus stuffed in her mouth.

Katie found her breath coming faster as she watched them.

Andras stopped, and slid his arms around her. He kissed her
softly.

"I think you'll enjoy what I've arranged for you,"
he said. "Just one question: would you like to see your partners or would
you like it to be completely anonymous?"

A vision of being blindfolded while being used by several
unseen incubi made Katie sway with a sudden, dizzy rush of desire.

"Anonymous, please," she said, swallowing hard.

"Your wish is my command," Andras said. "Come
this way."

She followed him out of the hall, and into a smaller,
private room. There, she saw a set of padded stocks set low to the floor. There
was an armchair placed nearby, and the floor around the stocks was covered in
cushions.