Author's note: This story contains themes of corruption, mind control, and non-consent. Let me know if you have any comments, suggestions, or questions, and thanks for reading!
Gwen struggled to pull her right arm free, but it was pinned against the small of her back, held at the wrist in an iron grip. She was swung bodily, and threw her other arm against the wall to keep from colliding with it. The weight of her captor pressed into her from behind, and his other hand curled around her throat. His short claws prickled against her skin. She snarled, but it became a moan as he re-entered her. Her body was made for sex, and it traitorously responded to the stronger demon's advance. Her legs spread, her back arched, and her tail snaked out behind her until it found his, slender and delicate, and they coiled together like mating snakes.
He fucked her at a delicious, leasurely pace, and she sank against the wall, gasping as her breasts met its cool faux-wood surface. Purple light from an LED strip hidden in a small trench that ran along the wall lit her from below. Her head was craned to the side, and fuzzy pink light from the sign outside crept in through the frosted floor to ceiling windows that covered one side of the room. Rapture. Dull vibrations from the music in the club below, mostly muted by the soundproofed room, rumbled through the floor.
Remy slid a hand between her thighs and lifted her leg up. She realized both her hands were now against the wall, and her claws had gouged deep scratches into it. When had he let her wrist go? Thought was silenced as he reached new depths. Her eyes rolled back and she keened as her body responded to the incubus. He may not be able to bind her in threads of his own, but he too, was built for this. Her vision swam. Fuck he was good. Another moan joined hers, and when Gwen reopened her eyes, they focused on the redhead across the room, who had collapsed to her knees and was biting down on her thumb to keep from climaxing.
Gwen refused to give in, to let the building orgasm take her, and all that excess pleasure had to go somewhere after all. Next to Laura, Remy's thrall Emily stood watching them with an expression of worship. Her face was flush, and she was visibly panting, but compared to Laura the older woman might as well be a nun. Fuck. She was going to lose.
With a snarl, she twisted around, and before he could respond, she pounced. He let out a
whoof
as she tackled him backward and the the air left him. The bed was enormous, raised on a dias, and covered in crimson satin sheets. The centerpiece of the room. They landed in a tangle of limbs as he tried to wrestle her for control. He reached for her horns and she bit him. The taste of copper filled her mouth, and he snarled. She pressed her advantage. She used her weight to hold the wiry incubus down and scrambled up the bed, leaving scratches all along his slender torso, until she could take hold of his narrow horns. She knelt over his face and bared her teeth at him in a feral smile. He tried to say something, but it became muffled as she lowered herself onto him and held him there.
He fought her, of course. Bucking and grasping and kicking, but his body, like hers, knew how to submit. He began licking her, and his hands grew more gentle, caressing her waist and thighs. Gwen turned her head and was delighted to see that Emily's knees were shaking. The woman held a hand to her mouth, and the skirts of her elegant dress were ruffled where she gripped them, occupying her free hand to avoid pleasuring herself. Then she saw Laura leaning backward against the wall, with a hand down her skirt.
"Laura! I swear to god- Oh!"
Remy had tossed her off and she landed with her lower half on the bed, and her other half on the floor. An awkward position. Before she could adjust, he slammed into her and took hold of her hair. He yanked, craning her neck upward, and arching her back until only the tips of her fingers could reach the floor to support herself. She locked eyes with her thrall. He slipped a hand between her legs, cradling her sex, now quivering with anticipation, and leaned forward to whisper triumphantly into her ear.
"Watch her suffer what I'm about to do to you."
God damn, that was hot. Gwen felt a rush of ecstasy as he began kneading her. Laura felt it too. Unable to disobey her mistress, she hadn't begun playing with herself, but her hand was shaking. No, her whole body was shaking. Racked with little tremors timed to Gwen's own. Gwen didn't have the luxury of worrying about Laura though, she was about to come herself, and the incubus had her trapped. There was nothing she could do about it. Well, there was one thing. She'd lose the game, but better that then suffering the embarrassment of allowing another demon to bring her to climax. She shunted all of the pleasure across the threads, revoking any protection she'd offered her thrall from the incubus' talents.
Immediately, Laura collapsed into a twitching mess. Moaning incoherently and tensing with an orgasm that would have broken her, if Gwen hadn't done that already. Emily smiled down at Laura, crouched, and took her hand as she squirmed. Laura squeezed it gratefully. Gwen's mouth watered, watching the camaraderie of the thralls, both slaves to their masters' lust. When it subsided, and she finally stilled, Remy surprised both of them and suddenly lifted Gwen, holding her over his lap, and began to lower her onto his waiting cock. Laura saw what was about to happen and smiled stupidly.
"Hold up! Wait wait wait-
Mmmmmmm!
"
Oh well. Game over. She'd tried. Gwen surrendered as Remy impaled her. Forgot her embarrassment, and allowed lust to overtake her. She drowned in it, letting it fill every corner of her mind. Savoring the exquisite flavor of her own submission. Being a succubus had many advantages, but nothing beat the orgasms. She cooed, settling into Remy's arms. Reached back and pulled him down into a kiss. Their tongues writhed together, their tails did the same. She gyrated in his lap, feeling the throbbing length of him shifting within her. Her legs tried to close themselves, but he held them spread wide. Emily marched over at some unheard command, or perhaps just knowing what her master wanted, and knelt. She flipped her curls over one shoulder and her mouth joined Remy's cock, wringing wave after thrilling wave of pleasure from her while Laura convulsed on the floor.
*****
An hour later Gwen sat at the bar downstairs. It was late, and things at the club were winding down. Around one, the music grew calmer, quieter. The place became more of a lounge. This was about the time when the VIP clients upstairs began using the private booths for sex, thinking they were fooling the management and enjoying a scandalous adventure. Gwen could already feel their lust. For now though, she was satisfied, and it was easy to ignore. She was disheveled, but the scratches and bruises had already healed. Somehow the only garment that had been ruined in the initial frenzy of their play was her leather jacket, and the club was warm enough to go without. Though she was beginning to understand Laura's frustration at all the clothes
she'd
ruined. The price of that jacket would have given her a panic attack a couple months ago. Oh well, Laura could buy her another.
Her thrall was still upstairs, recovering in Remy's sex room hidden on the third floor. Laura would stay there until it was time to leave. There was no shower, and the girl was in no state to be seen. Remy claimed the lack of cleaning facilities was due to building codes, but Gwen suspected he enjoyed making his prey suffer the walk of shame. Tonight, Gwen supposed, that was her. Although even disheveled as she was, she looked better than any human here could dream of. Gwen frowned. Her narcissism was getting a little out of control. It was a weakness. One that Laura's worship did nothing to alleviate. Amy would put her in her place. If she was here.
"Ms. Weston. Anything I can get you?" Even with the music lower, the voice strained to rise above it.
Gwen looked up and let her dark thoughts lie. Liz worked both heaven and hell, and today the bartender was dressed as an angel. Her dark hair, nearly black, was pulled back in a bun, and clipped with a white lily pin. Several loose locks hung down, obscuring her left cheek. The shaven right side of her head had grown in a little since the night Gwen first saw her. She wore long fox-eye liner, accented with a glittery white flourish that reflected the pink lighting of the club. Gwen made a point of obviously looking her up and down. She was curvy, but her shoulders and arms revealed more muscle than Gwen would have guessed. Not for the first time, Gwen imagined Liz picking her up, placing her on the bar and- she cut off the line of thinking before she got herself into trouble. That wouldn't stop her from flirting though. She knitted her fingers together, placed her chin on them and batted her eyelashes cartoonishly.
She reached out to Liz's aura and formed a connection. She couldn't bind her enough for any level of control, but she'd learned from Remy how to cut through the noise without shouting. Gwen sent pulses of meaning vibrating across as she spoke. "Maybe you?"
Liz leaned against the bar. "Nice try. We both know that won't happen. Anything to drink?"
Strong words, but her aura gave her away. If Gwen had been free to do as she liked, she could easily have the woman throwing her this way and that all around the club. Liz was off limits though.
No playing with my staff
.
"Fine. A French 75 then." She'd been on a gin kick lately.
"Coming right up."
Gwen watched hungrily as the bartender mixed the drink. She disliked taking orders from Remy, but he needed people he could trust to run the club. Most of the servers were oblivious, Gwen might be able to push her luck with one of them, but Liz was one of the few humans who knew what Remy truly was. She knew what Gwen was too, and from the way her eyes sometimes darted to Gwens horns or her tail, she knew Liz could see past her glamour. It was impressive that she always managed to maintain her composure. Gwen knew how intimidating a succubus' true appearance could be.
"Here you go."
She set the drink down but kept her fingers on the base. When Gwen reached to take it, she pulled it away and stole a sip. Gwen pouted. Liz smirked.
