Kept: An Erotic Anthology (26 page)

The sun’s glow threatened the horizon. I spat in disgust and bolted into the sky, fading through the thin spot back to my own realm.

When my body solidified again, the air was so much cleaner, and time spread out. A tightness that always bothered me in the human realm disappeared. The aerie I’d built wasn’t far from where I’d appeared, and I dipped down and skimmed the trees for some time before heading there.

I could have stayed in the human realm—chanced being seen while I waited for the Warders to find their rooftops and sleep away the daylight. However, being noticed caused any number of problems, the main being that human governments sometimes caught us and kept us, never to be seen again. My brother had been taken when he was barely grown and our sire had allowed himself to be taken as well, to try to find him. I hoped they were together, wherever that was. Several human years had passed since.

My heel talons clicked on the polished stone floor, the noise echoing in the cavernous entryway. Empty. Alone. Most succubi that reached my span of years shared their aeries with a mate, their offspring, slaves, and cambions—the half human children born to their slaves. Only the fully human children went back to the human realm, to be raised in adoptive families that believed the children to be abandoned. That an alien race was deliberately augmenting the human population did not occur to anyone not wearing tinfoil headwear.

Wandering in circles for an age did nothing to calm me, and it was much too late in the morning to call on Fox. He’d be abed, wrapped in his sweet concubines, resting until the fall of night and looking forward to the time he could hunt again. Well, the old Fox would have looked forward to hunting. Now the lazy bastard rarely stirred far from home. His women fed him well enough without risking the human realm and he busied himself educating his young and pleasuring his slaves. The Council wanted him to choose a succubus mate, but he was reluctant to settle. I knew, though, that it was more that he preferred human women to our own kind, but that was hardly something he could say to the Council.

Fox often suggested I procure a slave. I had taken one for a short while, but although he had been intelligent, he’d been pushy and demanding, and eventually I had brought him back to his home and left him there, even though he begged me not to leave him. We hadn’t bonded, thank all that was good. Ill-behaved slaves were an annoyance best avoided.

I shed my brief garment, throwing it on the floor although I knew I’d only have to pick it up myself on the morrow. Book in hand, I nestled into my bedding. Weeks ago, the book would have been more than enough company. Now, though, I read the same passage several times without interest, then set it aside and closed my eyes. I imagined her on her knees, waiting to be summoned to my bed, and frustration wormed its way through me.

Would it be so wrong to take her into my home as a slave, just until I could tire of her? A week or two here and she would barely miss a day of work. It would be a weekend away, at most. Not so terrible.

She wouldn’t object, of course. Slaves rarely did.

***

Nights passed one after another. Dreams of computer glitches at work and folding laundry alone left me restless, but even though I tried to make myself dream of her again, she didn’t come back. The dream man did once, but the feel of his hands on me was unsatisfying.

What was wrong with me?

In desperation one night, I crossed a boundary. Sure I was into porn, although not as much as Brad likes to tease me about, but it was always of the male/female variety. It took me a good hour before I worked up the courage to click on the website’s “lesbian” tab, and when I did I could feel the blush burning my cheeks.

I bypassed the gangbang and fisting scenes and clicked on one that didn’t look too extreme. I read the tags to make sure, then clicked play. Two girls about my age glanced nervously at the camera, smiled shyly, and started to kiss. A week ago it wouldn’t have interested me in the slightest, but now... Warmth rushed between my legs as I remembered the feel of her lips on mine, her hands on my body. She’d been a dream, and a monster at that, but she’d been almost as uncertain and excited as I was. Only minutes later I was taking matters into my own hands, so to speak.

And fell asleep when I was done.

A throaty chuckle woke me. She stood at the end of my bed, her black eyes amused. A dream. I realized I was splayed out with my hand shoved down the front of my panties. I withdrew the offending hand.

My dream-self tried to faint but, depressingly, nothing happened.

“Are you frightened of me, Shiloh?”

“N-no.” The quaver in my voice gave me away, but I forced myself to look nonchalant, even though her wings furled and unfurled right at that moment. I felt my eyes widen, but there was no helping that.

“I can’t stay long. The Warder will soon return.”

“I thought you were never coming back.”

Her slow smile was devastating. Nervously, I licked my lips, imagining her kissing me again.

“That thought brought you displeasure?”

“Maybe.”

She moved closer, her eyes narrow and calculating, although it was hard to read her emotions because she had no whites to her eyes and no pupils that I could see. Just deep black wells. Creepy and hot. And female. Not a combination I’d ever considered.

I tugged my t-shirt downward to cover more of my stomach and she shook her head.

“You should remove that tunic. Let me see the rest of you.”

My mouth opened and shut several times as I thought of things to say then thought better of it. The white toga-like garment she wore clung to her sensual curves and left little to the imagination. Fuck, she was hot.

It was a dream, right? What the hell, why not?

I knelt up on the bed and stripped the shirt off over my head, hoping this dream didn’t suddenly turn into the kind of nightmare where I’d forgotten to shave my legs or something. I looked down. Same underwear as when I’d gone to bed. Not great, but not horrible. Legs were shaved—check!

The bed dipped slightly as she crawled up onto it with me. My heart sped up and started to flip-flop. It felt so real.

Crouched in front of me, she was like a feral creature from a high-budget fantasy movie. Black, bottomless eyes roved over me like I was a piece of chocolate cake with a cherry on top. Except with me the cherry wasn’t on top.

If I was a man, I might have come in my pants just looking at her. As it was, I was getting close.

“You smell lovely.” She leaned in and buried her face in the hair pooled at my neck. I shuddered. A gentle hand touched my belly and I had to force myself not to cringe back. Not my rolls! Leave those alone! She rumbled a low sound of approval. “Your body is soft in the places it should be. You do not starve yourself like so many women appear to do here.”

I tried to be insulted at having been called fat, but she obviously enjoyed my body as much as I was enjoying her touching it. Her hand trailed up my torso, between my breasts, to my throat. Her lips moved from my neck to my cheek and she nuzzled there before moving to my mouth. The hand slid up to my face and her fingertips teased at my lips, drawing back and forth across them until they parted. Feeling brave, I flicked out my tongue and licked her fingertip and she hissed, looking fascinated. I sucked it into my mouth and she groaned.

Dream-me was way more brave than real-me.

I let go of her finger and reached out, carefully touching one of her dark wings. It flinched and I searched her face.

“I’m sorry, did that hurt you? They’re so beautiful.” They were huge, opaque black, tipped with hard, claw-like things. They reminded me of a bat’s, but on a larger scale.

“Their lack of feathers does not disturb you? Some men think I must be an angel until they see them. Then they think I am daemon.”

“You don’t seem evil to me.”

“You barely know me, girl. You should take care not to trust too easily.” She grinned and her pointed teeth flashed, making her look more sinister. Her forked tongue flicked out. My imagination went into overdrive. That tongue elsewhere...

With a start I realized her hand had drifted lower, until her fingers traced the waistband of my panties. My stomach jumped under her touch and set my nerves on end. I sucked in a breath and fought the urge to make her stop. Could I make her stop? Did I want her to?

I whimpered and she made the satisfied rumbling noise again.

“You are a virgin, yet you will let me do anything I desire.”

“Well, maybe not anything,” I whispered, trying not to think of some of the things I’d seen online in case this dream decided to go in that direction.

“We shall see.” Her hand dipped into my underwear and I gasped, but didn’t stop her. Even lower and my arousal started to spiral out of control. The creature’s lips parted and she let her mouth hover over mine, breathing my air. Fingers played, parted my folds. Teasing softly. Tickling and driving me crazy. Finally a finger poised at my entrance. My body was tense with desperation and I wanted to beg her to hurry, but was too shy.

She pulled away suddenly and her head swiveled back and forth, smelling rather than looking. The creature groaned.

“Your Warder comes. I’ll return for you.” She pressed her lips to mine regretfully, and for a moment I felt like something—maybe my soul—was being sucked out. A wave of intense pleasure flooded me and I cried out into her mouth.

She was gone, slipping through the window in the way only dreams allowed.

I leaned my head back against the headboard and touched my lips with trembling fingers.

If she could make me orgasm with a kiss, she damn well better return for me.

***

I paced the length of Fox’s hall again, as a few of his women looked on in confused sympathy. He sat on a giant throne, its thin back allowing his wings to be free behind him. The girl in his lap writhed and whimpered, but although he teased her, she only received a portion of his attention.

“Moth, love, watching you like this exhausts me. If you want her, go get her. If the Council berates you, simply tell them she’s mine and I’ve lent her to you as a servant. If they insist she be bred, I will cover her, myself. He smiled slyly and a sick feeling twisted inside me.

“She will never meet you, if I have anything to say on the matter.” I growled. The five human women that knelt at his feet watched the exchange. A few looked amused. “Every woman you lie with falls in love with you.”

“So? If she does, you can get her out of your head.”

“No, if she does, I will forever be watching her kneel here, while I combat the urge to plunge a dagger into the heart of my dearest friend.”

“My body has a satisfactory number of holes, at present.” He smirked and switched his attention to his slave as she screamed her pleasure in his lap. Fox was at his most masterful and beautiful as he coaxed her to yet another and kissed her deeply, drinking her energy. A few others squirmed where they knelt, and I knew a similar frustration. There had been times when I’d considered lying with him, but no such offer had been made me.

From the scent of desire coming from his slaves, it was likely they all hoped to be next. Two were heavy with child, their exaggerated curves making them lovelier. One babe was Fox’s cambion. One was a fully human child he’d seeded in his slave.  That child would be sent back to its own world, hopefully to bring some good to its people. It was hard on the mothers when the human children had to be sent to the human realm. Some chose to go back and raise the child themselves, but that rarely happened with Fox’s women. He just kept collecting slaves, rather than capturing new ones when old ones departed.

Fox only drank a small portion of the girl’s energy, then stroked her like a kitten. The girl looked sleepy and satisfied, and I sighed, aching to do likewise with Shiloh.

For nights the damned Warder had kept me at bay. Silence was a silly name for a silly pile of rock. That he did not desire her, himself, was almost more irritating than being kept from her. Ass.

“So you believe I should just appear in her room and spirit her off, without speaking with her or learning if she wants to be my slave?”

One of Fox’s newest girls giggled and I raised a brow at her.

“Forgive me, but Master asked none of us. He just took. What woman would refuse you?”

“But I am female. What interest could she have in me?” I frowned at the girl, but she knew Fox would never let me harm her. It made them all brazen with me, at times.

“In our world, women fu... lying together is common enough. As common as men lying together.” The girl shrugged as though it was nothing to her. At her back, the others nodded.

“Have you lain with a woman?”

The slaves did their best to stifle their amusement and looked to Fox.

“It is not for nothing that I prefer human women. The ones I choose are willing to do much for my entertainment. They claim even to enjoy it, although I know they all want my cock afterward.” He put the girl he’d been holding on the floor and flung a leg over the arm of his great chair, a barbarian king whose loincloth could stand to be longer.

“And I’m the one who will be accused of perversion by the Council? It hardly seems fair.”

He shrugged. “Incubi get more latitude, it is true. You are expected to be a good little breeder, much as our slaves, although you also must go collect seed. A succubus’ work is never done.” Fox’s slanted green eyes spoke of his amusement. He’d always been one to laugh at his own jokes. “If you want to be certain that you’ll enjoy lying with a human female, borrow one of my slaves for a few hours.”

A generous offer. I looked them over, but although all were comely, none held the same attraction for me that Shiloh did.

I tugged at a lock of my hair. “No. I’ll feed tonight and see if that damned Warder has lost interest. He is slowly driving me mad.” I paced again.

“Moth!” he cried in exasperation. I stopped and turned back to him. “
You
are slowly driving
me
mad with all this walking about. I know it has been weeks to us here, but there it has only been two days. You must be patient, but when the opportunity arises, seize your chance. She will be happier as your slave, take my word. Only a small few balk, and those can be sent back easily enough.”