Betrayed by the Incubus (3 page)

"Want more?" he asked.

"Yesss," she slurred. Bright, red blood filled her irises and her skin glowed a pale moonlight white. A side effect of his bite, her first orgasm would burn away the toxins.

He slid her hips down his chest until the tip of his cock touched the warmth of her center.

"Someone's been a bad, bad boy."

"You have no idea. Want to learn to be a bad girl?" He teased them both, rubbing her against his length.

"Yes, I want to be your bad girl."

"Take me. Ride me."

They had a few miscues, but eventually she seated herself. He stretched her as they adjusted to the unfamiliar position. With his hands on her hips, he guided her into a rhythm. He sucked in her essence as she gloried in the sexual freedom he gave her, her untapped energy flowing endlessly. The house creaked as he poured excess power through it and into his reserves in Rhira.

She blindly fed him the key to controlling her.

He slammed into her, his thumbs stroking her nubbin, enhancing the stimulation. Her muscles clenched his shaft and his seed burst forth, drenching her womb. She collapsed on top of him, their chests heaving. He placed a kiss on top of her head. "Thank you."

She murmured, "You're welcome." Her eyes closed and her breath steadied as she fell asleep.

He slipped from the bed, picked up his clothes, and quietly left the room. She would remember Lance closing the door and remain oblivious to the vows she broke.

*****

Downstairs, Cassandra stopped him.

"Lance discovered Rachel's pregnancy. He cut ties with them and came home." She looked like the cat who found a stash of cream. "I spelled him asleep in the kitchen."

He glanced upstairs. "I'd hoped for more time, but tonight should have been enough." A pang of disappointment clenched his heart for a moment before the flame of revenge swept through.

"Can I take him now? I'm tired of waiting."

He prowled around her to examine her wings. He stroked the soft feathers. A thin sheen of mucus coated his finger. "Almost. We can wait till he discovers her condition. You should be mature enough to lose them then."

Her petulant expression reminded him how young this daughter was. But like so many others, she couldn't wait to be on her own.

"Go. Watch over Lance."

She could keep herself occupied by invading his dreams. Philip would do the same with Fiona. Now that Lance was back in the house, he couldn't risk another physical manifestation. But with the ties binding them, he could use his skills to satisfy her carnal fantasies.

"What is this?" Lance demanded, holding out the pregnancy test stick.

Philip smiled as he watched the scene he'd been waiting for play out. When Fiona had her period last month, he'd been afraid his plan had failed. But patience brings its own reward.

"It's a pregnancy test," Fiona replied. A silent 'duh' hung in the air as their marriage splintered under the stress of secrets.

"How can it be positive? Who have you been seeing?" Lance's face turned a molted red.

Fiona threw up her arms. "You've been utterly unbearable since we moved into this house. You're the only person I've ever slept with."

He grabbed her shoulders. "We haven't slept together in three months."

She tore out of his grasp, crossed the room, and put a tattered green recliner between them. "Two months ago during that thunderstorm, you came home early. We had a wonderful night together."

"I remember. It was late and I fell asleep at the kitchen table. We never had sex."

She shook her head in denial. "How could you forget that night?" Pink tinged her cheeks. "I did things for you I never thought I'd do."

His eyes narrowed into slits. "It wasn't me." He grabbed her shoulders and yelled in her face, "Who is he?"

Water pooled in her eyes, "I've been with no one but you." She backed away from her husband, her body shaking. "Why can't you remember?" she pleaded.

"What did you do for him?" Lance demanded through clenched teeth and fisted hands. Menace poured off him in waves.

Phillip couldn't take the chance the other man would physically harm Fiona and the baby. Time to complete his mission before the threads connecting this world to Rhira broke. The house was becoming too stable, too grounded in this reality.

Materializing in the room next to Fiona, he said, "I can explain."

Fiona inched away from him, her gaze switching between Lance and himself. Her eyes wide open like bottomless pools of water.

Phillip wrapped an arm around her waist. Using the bond forged between them earlier, he calmed her hysteria and made her more pliable to his will.

Quick to recover from Phillip's unexpected entrance, Lance demanded, "Release my wife."

Philip laughed. "You should have made a more thorough investigation into the inheritance. The place belongs to me." He trailed his hands through Fiona's hair. "And now so does she."

"Take your hands off her." Lance's voice sounded petulant instead of threatening.

"I love the silkiness of her skin." Phillip trailed his fingers down her arm.

A burst of pain broke his concentration as Fiona cried, "No." She shook her head side to side and tried to break away from his grasp.

"Now, now my dear," he said, interlocking their hands together.

Caught off guard by her ability to resist him despite her untrained status, Phillip shoved raw power through the bond and overwhelmed her consciousness. She became his puppet, forced to do anything he asked. A tinge of guilt caused him to hesitate but the incubus's dark power washed away the thought. He had plans and nothing would prevent him from taking her to Rhira with his child.

Leading her to stand in front of him with her back to Lance, Phillip taunted, "Let me prove my possession. I love the sensation of her mouth around my cock."

"She doesn't do that."

"Fiona, on your knees." Philip smiled as she gracefully dropped to the floor, her mouth close to his hardening member. "Undress me and play like I taught you."

While her body responded to his commands, Fiona's spirit fought against the walls he'd woven to contain her. A bright flame feeding him each time she struck the threads. When the walls came down, she'd be consumed by emotion.

He stroked her hair and smirked at her husband. "Such a good girl." He turned so Lance saw Fiona's through work on him. "That's right, she's never done this for you."

Years spent teaching succubae to please a man allowed him to remain unmoved by her attentions. He focused on pitting husband and wife against each other, on heightening their emotions.

He slid his cock from her mouth and pulled on pants. Reaching down, he helped Fiona stand and turned her to face her husband. "Did you know your husband likes to watch women with other men?"

She stared at the noticeable bulge in Lance's pants.

"Maybe if you'd spent less time impregnating Rachel and paid attention to your wife, you could have had the same experience."

Lance's face leached of color.

Fiona asked, "What's he talking about Lance?"

Resentment bloomed as she stared at her husband. Philip absorbed the emotional currents, multiplied them, and fed them to Fiona through their bond. Inflamed the anger building inside her.

"Yes Lance, explain how Rachel's three children are yours. How you've lied to your wife so you could sleep with her best friend. Tell her how you prefer another woman."

"I…"

Philip nodded to Cassandra hiding in the shadows. His daughter, covered only in wing feathers, approached Lance and kissed him. Her saliva drugged and enticed him to kiss more deeply. To lose himself in her embrace, despite his irate wife's gaze.

Cassandra led him to stand in front of the fire where she undressed him as he stood anticipating her commands. She dropped to the floor, her wings dragging against the hardwood surface. They swished back and forth as she sucked him.

Philip massaged Fiona's neck, ensuring his control over her. She continued to resist his powers.

"You might as well give in," he whispered. "You'll do everything I say. Maybe even enjoy it."

She turned her head to him; her pale green eyes glowed from within. "I will never enjoy anything you make me do."

He laughed and accepted the challenge. Stepping in front of her, he trailed a finger from her neck down her chest within the V of her shirt. Licking his lips, he stared into her eyes as he cupped a breast unencumbered by a bra. Moving the shirt fabric out of the way, he blew on her nipple, pleased as it puckered. He drew the peak into his mouth, his tongue played across the hardened flesh, and as a final torture, he plucked at the ties between them, forcing her to crave his touch.

Just before she orgasmed he pulled back and asked, "Are you sure you don't enjoy anything I do?"

Malevolence seethed from her aura as she adjusted her clothes and turned away from him, only to face the sight of her husband mounted by Cassandra.

Through his connection with the house, Philip darkened the shadows around the room and built up the flames in the fireplace. He pulled Fiona closer, shrinking the large living room into a more private, more intimate stage. In her ear, he whispered, "See how Lance surrenders to Cassie? He doesn't fight, but embraces the attention of another woman."

Her eyes closed as waves of heart wrenching pain broke the love tying her to Lance.

He hated doing this to her, but he needed her to sever her connection to this world. If it took twisting her love into hate, then that's what he'd do.

He leaned in close and whispered, "See how much he enjoys this. He's given everyone except you the most precious gift. Your friend Rachel's three kids are his."

"She only has two."

"They haven't told you? She's pregnant with the third, only a few months planted in her belly. All those weekends he never came home, he spent fulfilling her desires." He rubbed her shoulders gently. "And now he's giving his seed to my daughter."

"No. This is only a nightmare brought on by the pregnancy."

Philip pulled her close and encircled her within his arms. He slipped his hands under her shirt and caressed her belly. "The child growing inside you is mine." His lips trailed along her jawline until he tilted her head enough to capture her bottom lip.

Once his toxins invaded her system, she prolonged the kiss—drinking in the essence her body craved. He twined the frayed bonds around her heart with threads to himself. Although he couldn't forge a love bond, he could enforce her loyalty and devotion.

"Why do you think you haven't been able to tolerate his touch?"

Her head lolled to the side as his spell took hold. "I thought it was hormones."

"His disloyalty left you vulnerable to me. My seed quickened your body. And until our son is born, only I can bring you pleasure."

"I wanted a child, but not like this."

Her voice sounded stronger, more sure as their connection frayed. Miranda's power to resist manipulation passed to her descendant. In another time, that had been an attraction. Now he feared when they returned to Rhira, he'd lose her once her powers awakened.

He fed on the seductive essence from Lance and Cassandra, using their desire to bind Fiona. "Watch. Watch as your husband joyfully plants his seed in another woman."

Lance grasped Cassandra's hips as he desperately pumped into her. Striving to fulfill his duty as member of the male species, the continuation of his line.

"
Now, Cassandra
." Phillip ordered Lance released from her spell. Succubae fed from men as they struggled to reach completion. Withholding that special moment killed a man if she drained him or enhanced the possibility of pregnancy. Many of his children enjoyed that power. He killed any who sought to abuse the powers given to them.

Lance lay there, exhausted.

Cassandra rose from Lance's body and looked at Fiona. "He's quite the lover. Rachel certainly enjoyed his attentions. I can't see why you'd share him."

Philip called forth an ebony black blade and wrapped Fiona's fingers around the ivory hilt. Fury pulsed off Fiona. He wove her pain and anger into rage, the necessary weapon to propel them home to Shadow's Promise.

In a trance, Fiona stumbled to Lance's side. She pounded on his chest with her fists, unaware of the dagger and the gashes she carved into him. "I loved you. Why? Why would you do this to us? To me?"

Philip released her from his control. Her anger drained away as her normal personality reasserted itself. She leapt back from the body, leaving the knife stuck in her husband. Frozen in place by the horror of her actions, she remained transfixed as Lance turned his head and stared at her with grey stormy eyes turned granite cold.

"What have I done?" Fiona asked, captivated by the blood staining her hands and clothes.

"You're helping right a wrong done hundreds of years ago." Philip bent down, placed his hand around the dagger hilt and spoke the invocation to return to Rhira. "With this sacrifice, we sever the earthly shackles. With our will, we search for the place we belong. With our breath, we ask to return home."

The house shook and groaned. Bright light emanated from the dagger, and the body disintegrated. The deep red, almost black, pools of blood absorbed into the floorboards. The room spun until the threesome became encased in a bubble of blue-white energy.

A moment stretched into endless colors that swirled into silent darkness. Their protective bubble popped and dropped them in a sun-baked land where the air sang with power.

Philip took a deep breath and surveyed the Black Glass Sands he called home.

Black, fine-grained sand spread before him as far as the eye could see. The gentle lapping of murky-brown water played a welcome song. A lone Sooty Tern seabird glided along the tempestuous air currents above Shadow's Promise, the castle he'd built to call home.

Twin screams of agony caught his attention.

As he expected, Cassandra's sea-green colored wings turned gray and flecked into dust. A succubus fully matured when they conceived and lost their wings. After she gave birth, Cassandra would still possess a seductive allure to men but the unending desire to feed would diminish. She could pursue a normal relationship and survive off the love of one man.