Kept: An Erotic Anthology (31 page)

“Slaves get depressed, you mean? I could see that. Being used as a sex slave could be exciting—not having control over what was happening to you, and all that. But I also need to feel productive. I can’t spend the rest of my life on my back, or in whatever other crazy positions you have in mind.”

My captor’s eyes gleamed with amusement. “There are many, many things I wish to do to you, but I would be willing to allow you to live in the human realm at times, as well. If I let you go, would you willingly return to me?”

Her words caught at me, filled with longing and uncertainty. We were basically strangers to each other, but the bonding link that I’d fooled her into thinking I’d somehow avoided was as strong in me as it was in her. Her emotional suffering hurt me, too.

But I had to go back to my real life. Brad had to be frantic. It probably seemed like I’d disappeared into thin air. My parents wouldn’t have noticed yet, but when they did it would be terrible for them too. I only had the one sister, and she was a total fuck-up. I was the one they bragged about, as dull as my life was. If there was a way to have both, though. If I could just be a sex slave with a loving, crazy succubus for a Master on weekends? That didn’t seem completely ridiculous if I didn’t say it out loud. Sure, I’d never be able to bring her home to meet my folks, or take her on double dates with Brad and Nate, but we could try to make it work. Long distance was nothing when she could pop out of thin air. She could come see me at home after dark during the week, and I could stay at her place on weekends, and those weekends would last for ages.

We could see if it worked. We had time.

Moth nuzzled my hair, not so intimidating when she wasn’t being stern.

“Are you going to marry him?”

She twirled a lock of my hair around and around her finger, seeming to be fascinated by it. “Marry? I assume you speak of Fox, but I am unfamiliar with that word.”

“You know, like be together in a long-term relationship. Live together.”

She snorted. “Fox is only my friend. We do not look upon each other as potential mates.”

“He wasn’t looking at you like just a friend. He totally wants to do you.”

“Do me?”

“Have sex with you.”

She laughed. “I think his brain was addled by your orgasm. He would have been glad to have sexual relations with any nearby female.”

“He was already having sex but it was you he was looking at.”

“And you. Perhaps we were entertaining to him.”

I shrugged, unconvinced. “Maybe you
should
have encouraged him to look your way. You’re the only one who didn’t get off.”

“That task was not his to perform, slave.”

“Then who… oh.” I shifted my gaze, studying the paintings that graced the vaulted ceiling. Images of succubi, incubi and humans in various sexual positions writhed above our heads, more sensual than graphic. I tried not to let it turn me on all over again. We had to do things other than have sex all the time, right? I pulled at my collar, the thing suddenly feeling tight.

She rose and stripped off her toga. Although I tried not to look, she was a lovely example of the female form. If I was an artist, I’d have painted her, but all I could do was stare. Moth lay next to me, watching my reactions.

“You have… um… no hair anywhere below your neck. Do you shave it off?”

“None of us have such hair.” She shrugged. “Now, I will lie here and you will explore my body. You are becoming accustomed to being touched, but you need to learn to touch me, as well. Do only what interests you. We have years upon years together.”

My heart was pounding hard. I didn’t know what the hell I was doing. What if I did it wrong?

“Go on.” She took my hand and put it on her belly, then laid her hand over top. My hand skimmed over her at her direction, but stayed in nonsexual zones. I enjoyed the way her body felt and I could see she liked me touching her. As she slid my hand up her ribs, avoiding her breasts for a third time, I pulled from her grasp.

“Do you need to stop now? As I said, there is no urgency. We will do this at your pace.”

“No, I want to…” I bit my lip, not able to say it out loud. “Just let me, okay?”

I put my hand on her waist and slid it upward, glorying in the texture of her smooth skin, the feel of her ribs. It was a marvel that other than the wings, slightly pointy teeth and the heel talon—and the fact that she was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen—she was very humanlike.

“Does it hurt to lie on your wings like that?”

“Not if I remain still. Usually when I lie with a man, though, I choose to be astride him.” She chuckled, then hissed as my hand slid up to cup her breast.

“Don’t hold your breath. I can’t get you to a doctor if you pass out on me.”

She groaned and pressed her legs together, making me feel powerful. “Your hands are soft, completely unlike a man’s. The feel of them stirs me in a different way. It is difficult to lie still and not touch you.”

“You said you’d behave. Now be a good girl and let me do what I want.”

She growled and a thrill of nervousness stole through me. Would she scrap this idea and punish me again? When she merely arched a brow and stayed still, I was momentarily disappointed.

I switched to both hands and massaged her, wishing I had lotion nearby to make my hands more slippery. Eventually I moved back up to her breasts, circling them. I worked up my courage and bumped my fingers over her nipples. When the sky didn’t fall in, I caught them between my fingers and applied some pressure, relaxed the pressure and increased it again. Her moan gave me courage. I leaned down and flicked my tongue over one and she shivered. Up close, the clean, spicy smell of her skin was even more heady. I sucked the tip of her breast into my mouth, latching on and suckling for a few minutes before I nipped her.

She cried out, and suddenly things seemed even more sensual and interesting. What other noises could I get out of her?

I kissed my way down her body to her privates, but when her thighs parted, I balked.

“It is little more than you did when you cleaned my fingers, although I may taste different.” I looked at her uncertainly and she shrugged. “For now it is your choice. You know the pleasure you brought me by suckling my fingers. Only imagine what else you could do.”

The idea of having her at my mercy for once filled me with excitement.

I lowered myself between her legs, my heart thumping hard in my chest, the lovely scent of her stronger. She smelled good enough to eat. The thought, paired with what I was about to try, made it hard not to giggle.

Tentatively, I touched her, spreading her pussy apart just enough to see the hood of her clit. I skimmed my tongue over it and she gasped and stiffened. She didn’t taste like me at all. She tasted almost the same as she smelled. Ginger, cloves, cinnamon. Like dessert. Crazy. Maybe this was just another way their species were sexually appealing to humans.

I licked her again, braver this time, and she moaned. When I pulled back and chuckled, she glared at me.

“Do not toy with me, slave. Either do it or stop. Further levity will be punished.”

“Yes, Master.” A giggle escaped me.

A hand tangled in my hair and she forced my mouth down on her. Feeling her tugging the roots of my hair, determined to punish me by making me pleasure her, I sucked, groaned, licked, squirmed. She shrieked, mashing her pelvis against my tongue, lost her grip on me, and twisted beneath me as she came. The feeling of power and arousal flooded through me, liquid and molten.

The sound of a throat clearing at the doorway made me jump back, like I’d been doing something to feel guilty about.

Fox? What the hell was the incubus doing in our house, let alone our bedroom?

“I apologize for the interruption. I cannot remain long. I’ve just received word that the Council will arrive here momentarily. They plan to seize the slave and give her to Badger then put you on trial for perversion.”

“Already? I thought we would have more time before they took notice. And Badger? After what he’s done? He treats his slaves so poorly! I cannot allow it, even temporarily.”

“And what will you do? Fight them forever? Run and hide? They will find you eventually.”

Moth stood and wound her toga around her, then tied it. I noticed Fox didn’t miss a second of it. I’m pretty sure he didn’t blink.

“No. I shall return Shiloh to the human realm and then reason with them. When things are settled, I will retrieve her.”

“If you can convince them and do not get harshly punished.” He frowned. “What of the Warder? He will not be tricked by the same ruse twice.”

“I will find a way to bring her home.” Her tone was confident, but I was worried.

“I’m not worth all this trouble, Moth. You can find someone else that the Council won’t object to. I don’t want you to be punished because of me.”

“What we share hurts no one. When the time comes that you should breed, I can do it with seed I have collected. I’ll make them agree. Now dress yourself. I will have to chance bringing you to your old residence in daylight. It will be days here yet until night falls again there.”

I thought of the t-shirt and panties she’d captured me in. The t-shirt had disappeared, and Moth had torn the underwear off completely. My slave tunic covered less than the t-shirt.

Fox went around the corner and came back with a small bag. He reached into it and drew out a plain blue dress that looked like it might fit.

“When we got the news, Ellie told me to bring this in case you had need of it.”

He threw it to me, and I put it on. Although I had no underwear, I was feeling pretty well covered.

“Moth, going to the human realm in daylight is foolhardy. If you are seen, their military will capture you, like they did your sire and brother. I couldn’t bear to lose you like that, never knowing what had happened.”

“I have no other choice, Fox. If I send her to you, they will discover she’s there soon enough and we will have the same issue again. If I send her back to her other home, the Warder will see to it that the Council cannot reach her. I will be fast.”

“Where is her abode?”

“Near where Bee hunted, why?”

“You have not the time to take her. The Council Guard will be here momentarily. I also fly more swiftly.” He shoved me at her roughly. “Kiss her. We must away.”

Moth pressed her forehead to mine. “I will come for you. Even if you’re an old woman by the time my punishment is done, I will risk it again.” She pulled me into her arms and kissed me with a passion that made my toes curl.

“Enough! I can smell them. Come!” He yanked me out of her embrace and we ran for the gap in the wall. We were in the air before my brain caught up.

Fox fled into the sky. I looked around, but didn’t see anything coming for her yet. We’d left her alone to deal with whatever the Council decided.

Tears stung my eyes. I hadn’t even said goodbye, or wished her luck. Fear for her knotted in my stomach. I believed that she would come back for me, but waiting until I was eighty wasn’t what I wanted. The bond between us was stretching the farther we went. If it felt this way for her, too, there would be no way to ignore the discomfort forever. What if you bonded with someone you ended up not liking? It was a crazy system.

I felt the air thin and we popped into the human realm.

“Which is yours?”

Buildings were hard to identify from above, but after a moment I recognized mine. I pointed and he sliced through the air in the proper direction.

“Put me on the roof, if you can. I can get down from there.” It felt like we were in a wind tunnel, like if we went any faster my cheeks would start flapping. Catching my breath was difficult. My hair whipped around my head like someone had stuck me in a blender.

Nervous for Fox, I scanned the streets but the people below were too busy to look up. Once upon a time, only hours ago here, I’d been one of them, oblivious and happy enough with my lot in life. He landed on the cement rooftop without incident, and set me down. Rather than leave immediately, he brushed a knuckle along the side of my face where a tear had slipped down.

“Thank you for taking such a big risk bringing me here.” I paused, wishing I had some message for him to take back to Moth.

“There is little I would not do for your Master, little slave.” He stepped closer, and for a moment my heart stuttered. What was he up to? He reached out and tugged on my collar, fiddled with it, then placed it in my hands. “You cannot go about your normal life wearing that, but keep it near. Moth will want it back on as soon as she can reclaim you.”

“Yes, Master Fox.” I pressed the heel of my hand just under my breastbone, where the ache of the stretched bond pulled at me.

“You are bonded, aren’t you, Shiloh? She worried that you weren’t.”

“I know. I pretended I wasn’t. There was no way I could stay in your realm forever, so I didn’t want her to use the bond against me. There are people here who would miss me, and worry about what happened. She didn’t tell me until a few minutes ago that maybe I can have both.”

Fox nodded. “It’s possible to have both, but the ache that pulls there is a pain you will always live with, if you divide yourself.”

“Will you try to help her if you can? I don’t think I can live without seeing her for days, let alone years.” My throat and forehead hurt from trying to hold in the ugly cry that was coming.

He pulled me to him and kissed the top of my head. Fuck, he was big!

“I’ll do what is within my power, Shiloh. It may be nothing, other than bringing you word, but I have been thinking on it. My actions will depend wholly on what the Council decides to do. Go on now, and rest. She will want you healthy when she returns. Care for yourself as you would any of her property.”

Strange how something that would have made me spit nails in my old life now made me feel wanted and loved.

“Okay. I’ll do my best, Master Fox.”

“Call me Fox, Shiloh. You have given my friend more happiness in the short while you were together than she ever believed she would find. We will consider how best to address this, then I will help her retrieve you.”