Chapter 1 - The Taming of Jezelle
"I certainly hope it isn't much farther."
"I am as eager as yourself, my lord. Worry not, we're almost there."
The hunger was so ravenous within Jezelle. It had been days since she had last fed; there had been little safe opportunity to do so. The villagers and militia had started looking into the disappearances of the locals, and a single sloppy mistake would lead them right to her. Thankfully she had some restraint, unlike her weaker sisters. A night's worth of hard work was about to reach its climax as the pair walked through the torch lit streets to her humble shack. Inwardly Jezelle grinned at the thought of what was to come as she walked arm in arm with the young Paladin. Their meeting at the tavern was purely by chance, made all the sweeter since he was the perfect target.
He was young and alone, away from his home across the continent, and brimming with mana. He hadn't even thought to check into an inn yet, especially not with Jezelle's invitation for him to warm her bed.
With a body like hers it wasn't surprising that he accepted. Truth be told as far as the demon was concerned it was nothing special but the glamour was what made it truly shine. It affected no two people the same way, but the end result made all who see her lust with equal desire. Currently she bore a petite frame that was overly curvy in just the right places, short mousy brown hair, and a typical peasant girl's garb that had been hemmed just so to make it more enticing.
Sir Juste, for example, was drawn deeply into her almond shaped oceanic blue eyes. Juste was quite delectable to look at himself. A strong jaw and face that was unmarred and cleanly shaven. His dirty blond hair always needed to be brushed out of his vision. He wore light armor compared to other holy warriors she'd met. White enameled shoulder guards and breastplate barely protected his torso while matching greaves and gauntlets covered his extremities. A pure white linen robe lay beneath, cinched by his swordbelt.
A single touch revealed the lean definition that lay under. A single touch also revealed a swell at his loins that Jezelle was apt to touch as well. And his eyes... They spoke of passion, but not the kind that a Paladin usually carries. It was hard to believe anything he'd said to her all eve when his essence reeked of such innocence. Not necessarily in the carnal sense, for that was what drew her to him, but in the worldly sense. He was as green and unbloodied as a squire half his age.
Hell, she even doubted his claim to such a title as Holy Paladin of Lumaris.
From his attitude and stories he told he was more likely a young noble with gold enough for the gear to back up his tales and a penchant for gullible peasant girls than he was a brave demon-banishing warrior of light.
Jezelle decided when they first locked eyes that she didn't care either way. There was a fire burning within Juste, for certain, but it was not nearly as virtuous as one of his stature should hold. The golden-eyed boy was going to ravage her the way she craved. Her mind wandered as he droned on about his brave deeds. The hunger was pushing her to the edge and starting to chip away at her focus. For hours he told her of bold stories of his battles and equally vivid tales of bedding. At times she was so out of it that the tales seemed to be one and the same. Just a bit longer and she would be sated, she told herself. When they finally reached her humble abode the door was slammed and locked behind them with fervor.
It was time to sate her hunger.
"My lord, shall we retire to my chambers or -- Oohh!" Jezelle's words were cut off as the young paladin grabbed a fistful of her short hair and forced her to her knees.
"I think neither of us can wait any longer." He grinned at her knowingly.
Jezelle nuzzled her cheek against his burgeoning hardness as she unfastened his swordbelt, throwing it and his mace a bit further away than necessary. It never hurts to take extra precautions, she thought as her deft fingers slid into the robe to draw him forth from his smallclothes. She licked her painted lips as she eyed his member, fingers running through the curly mass that matched his hair.
"I am quite happy my lord was not just boasting about this." she said sultrily, stroking the entire length playfully.
Jezelle let out an almost pained gasp as his grip upon her hair tightened again and forced her against his throbbing sex.
"If I'd wanted your mouth used for anything else I would not have you down there woman."
She was completely right about Juste's desire. He may not know how to treat a lady properly but he sure as hell knew how to treat a lady as she secretly desired. Not needing to be told again she made haste to sheath him in her mouth. The first bob was just a few inches, but each subsequent slurp took in more. By the time she'd worked down most of his shaft he had removed all armor but his robe, which now showed his bare chest in the moonlight.
Lust instinct took over Jezelle as she licked him from base to tip, tasting as much of the Paladin as she could. She used both hands to stroke him as she suckled the top inches. Pre-cum smeared against the back of her throat, the taste driving her hunger into overdrive. Everything she had wanted and needed was but a tease that was swallowed in an instant. Hands slipped about his waist as she rhythmically worked his cock over, trying to suck his essence from him. Juste did his part helping to force her deeper on him. Her eyes welled with tears as she gagged happily on him, looking up at him. His face was stoically content, his eyes wanting more. She gave it to him while never breaking her gaze.
His breathing began to quicken at her work and he caressed her cheek as a sign. Feverishly she sucked up and down his sex until Juste threw his head back and moaned, muttering nonsensically as the passion took him and she brought him to climax. At first it came but a trickle, but soon he spewed forth his entire load into her mouth. In an instant pleasure washed over the succubus as she devoured his essence. She had tried not to spill any, yet in her heat she made a mess of it. Jezelle took care to lick it all up from his hips and from her fingers, noticing the faint glow his semen seemed to have. A trick of the eyes, she thought, returning her gaze to focus deeply into his eyes.
The warmth coated her throat as she swallowed. It spread through her body, inflaming her nethers far more than they were moments ago. Oddly, it wasn't as satisfying as she'd hoped, there was a feeling of emptiness from it. No matter, she would use this mortal as much as she needed to feel full once more. There was no more need for her ruse, no more need to wait. Juste was hers to feed on until her lust was sated and he was but a husk of a man. She controlled him now.
"Tell me my lord, what do you love about me?"
"The ruby glitter of your eyes," he said obediently.
Her question of confusion was choked out of existence by tightness in her throat.
He knew... He knew all along.
"It's no use, I've sealed that dirty mouth of yours. Not so much as a whimper will pass from those lips unless I permit it."
Her chest rose and fell quickly as she squirmed, the thin wisps of sheer silk that draped over her breasts straining against her erect nipples. Her arms were locked where they were by the magical manacles, but her legs could flail freely. As her captor stalked towards the bed, she tried to push away unsuccessfully. His member was still throbbing hard and dripped as he approached.
She had noticed it more than anything. Despite her utter fear of what was to come she was horny beyond belief. The spiritual energy from his sperm flowed through her and fully ignited her hunger. It was taking over. Jezelle was torn between the two feelings but it was inevitable that the hunger would win. Here she was, moments from death, and all she wanted was him inside of her.
I'm no better than those whorish Lilim, she thought in disgust.
The paladin caught her glances between his two weapons and smirked. "What a miserable creature you are. Well, don't worry. I'm not going to banish you the way a vile demon like you deserves. There's more than one way to punish evil."
Her eyes flickered in thought, trying to decipher his meaning as he ignored his steel aside and crawled onto the bed. Jezelle eyed him like the piece of meat he was, trying hard to think. It was getting harder to do so.
