She sits down in the corner of the motel with her phone, preferring the floor with its shitty carpet to the couch against the wall. Not that I blame her, having seen the numerous stains patterned on its threadbare surface. Her hair shines, still wet from the shower, the length of it sitting on the white robe that she wears secured loosely around her waist. The only way you would know she's not human is by her fangs, currently trapped around a thick cylindrical gag made of leather and oak reinforced with iron runes. She notices my gaze and winks, sensually trailing a hand down her neck to widen the view of her substantial cleavage.
She's a demon. A blindingly gorgeous, unusually skilled, useful demon that had on more than one occasion saved my ass on a job. But a demon nonetheless.
Her name is Kara Sanguisum Bloodoak, eighteenth in the Imperial Bloodoak Line, and, if given the opportunity, she would kill me in an instant. It's her nature to feed on the arterial blood of Gifted humans. By sheer luck, I'd managed to catch her in a true-name binding experiment a year or so back, and I'd had her company ever since. She's intensely perceptive, and will probably figure out a way to escape the redundant ring of controls I've spun on her, given enough time. Once again, I think about how it really is high time I release her back to the Neque. That's the safe route, to ensure I don't end up with my aorta between her teeth.
She grins when I don't immediately look away, then takes a long breath, arching her back to pull the edge of the fabric dangerously far down along her perfect breasts.
Neque take me. I'm so fucked. It doesn't help that she has a succubus kink. Before I'd accidentally bound her to me, she'd routinely used her beauty to fuck her victims into oblivion before tasting their death. Despite being unable to enjoy her usual desert of pure oxygenated blood, she still likes to fuck.
Every other night, at her request, and against my better judgment, I rail her until she's screaming through her gag, her body trembling beneath mine. I know she's not just enjoying having her back broken, but that she's also using my moments of weakness to expand her options, slowly trying to put together plans that could span months or even years, all for her eventual desert of taking my lifeblood. I know, but I still can't seem to resist.
She also rather helpfully keeps me from going insane, but that part is a little more difficult to explain.
I flop over on the bed, sighing. It was bad enough that I'm already running from both the damn Councils. Why did I have to be such a dumbass as well?
I cast a glance over as Kara rises to her full five feet eleven inches of athletically toned height, her generously proportioned assets bouncing, before looking back up at the ceiling. I feel her footsteps through the bed and ground as she gracefully saunters over to the edge of the bed. No regular human would, as her steps, even with six inch stiletto heels, fall under a single decibel. I can attest to that.
The weirdly angelic face of a demon enters my vision from above to peer down at me questioningly, her large eyes teasing, long eyelashes fluttering, luscious ruby lips hiding her two-inch fangs that I'm deathly afraid of. I deliberately look away, trying not to think of the semi-hardon growing beneath my sweats. I know she could see the outline, but I'm in denial.
She creeps atop me, our pelvises aligning. Her hips move against mine, grinding, hands traveling behind my head to entwine in my hair. She pulls my head back gently, trying to coax out my darker side. While my cock grows hard beneath her, I remain still, trying not to react. I need some time to think.
If I finally let Kara go, I'm going to have to find someone else to feed on my excess energy, lest I go insane. I know of one such person already, but unfortunately, she more or less hates me. She'd still fuck me, but it would be complicated, and I wasn't about to leave one complicated just to dive into another.
I'd have about three months tops, give or take, to find someone new who could drain my excess Extraaevum energy before I went completely loopy. Not a lot of time. Not to mention the symptoms would start much, much sooner.
Kara's hand slides beneath my waistband to grab my cock, and she begins to stroke lightly. I ignore the stirrings inside my chest and try to formulate a plan of action. I can begin looking now, go town by town, and then when I find a new woman, preferably hot as fuck, I can finally release Kara. Her strokes become more insistent, and she slips her other hand inside my sweats to encircle my balls.
Maybe I should start in more populated areas to increase the efficiency of my search. It would be more dangerous, I'd be more exposed, but the number of people, say, in New York City, would be the same as if I'd searched fifty separate rural towns. If I was careful I could—
Kara slaps me across the face.
