Princess of Lust (For the Love of Evil) (4 page)

The scent of incense, rich and delicious, filled Natalia’s nose as they entered the room. She turned her head, searching for her father, and gasped. They were in some kind of elaborate and massive bedroom, dominated by a bed big enough to hold ten people. In the center of the bed, atop black silk and cream furs, sat one of the most beautiful devils Natalia had ever seen.

The crimson gleam of her skin was the only bright color in the room and it shone with a soft glimmer, as if she’d been dusted in powered rubies. Her long, black hair flowed over her shoulder, blending into the silk sheets beneath her. A diaphanous scrap of fabric covered her lush body, but it revealed more than it concealed. Desire unfurled in Natalia’s soul and chased away the nausea with its slow burn. Sensuality radiated in waves from the woman on the bed, and she smiled and preened beneath Natalia’s increasingly admiring gaze.

The Lady Pyriel’s voice unfurled in Natalia’s ear like a stroke of fur. “To invoke such a response from your daughter is high praise indeed, my liege.”

An answering pulse began between Natalia’s legs. She flushed and kept her gaze on the floor as the guard handed her off to her father. Dressed in his usual black-and-silver dragon-skin tunic, Asmodeus matched the interior of the bedroom perfectly with his shimmering platinum skin. The guard bowed, and the door shut with a heavy
thump
as she closed it behind her.

The curled ram’s horns atop Asmodeus’s head gleamed as if they were made out of silver and his mouth tightened as he held her hand. “Thank you, my daughter.”

She pressed her forehead to his chest, sighing when he hugged her close. Trying to remember the correct social phrase to say strained her already aching mind but she was all too aware of the presence of Lady Pyriel and the deadly game of politics her father played. Every word, every nuance would be studied and dissected. “It is my pleasure to help in any way I can, my father.”

He chuckled and seated them both on the couch. “That, I highly doubt.”

Natalia blinked in surprise and the succubus on the bed laughed. Asmodeus placed his hands on her shoulders and she flinched, knowing what was coming next. “Let me relieve you of your burden.”

She couldn’t help tensing, or the soft whimper that escaped despite her best efforts to choke it back. Taking in a long deep breath, she slowly allowed the power to escape through her mouth, riding the current the air she expelled from her body. Asmodeus sucked in that same breath, swallowing the energy back to its source. Even though her eyes were closed, a bright light still shone through them, as if she were looking into the sun.

Her lungs burned, ached, as they became the conduit for all that power. Even as the energy raced out of her, it left nothing but pain and discomfort in its wake. Only a tiny amount remained and her body shook so hard that if her father hadn’t been holding her she would have fallen from the couch.

“Enough,” Asmodeus ordered. He placed his hand over her mouth, blocking the power there. “Give the rest to the Lady Pyriel.”

Natalia made a protesting noise behind his hand, but when he turned his power-filled gaze upon her, she squeaked and nodded. With her lips closely pressed together, she stumbled to her feet and made her way across the room while fighting to remain conscious. Lady Pyriel crawled down the expanse of the bed, each roll of her hips a sensuous dance no one alive, or dead, could resist. To her amazement, the succubus had a long tail the same color as her black hair and it followed the erotic sway of her hips. The tip narrowed to an arrow shape and the angles gleamed in the light with the cutting edge of a blade.

Lady Pyriel leaned closer, gently cupping Natalia’s face with her hands. Her deep plum-colored lips sparkled as she smiled. “I think I’ll take this drink straight from the cup.”

Before Natalia could protest, Lady Pyriel gently placed her mouth against hers and the decadent velvet of her lips caressed her as the succubus began to kiss her. Soft, gentle, easy, the succubus touched her with consummate skill. She found herself responding to the other woman, burying her hands in the succubus’s silken hair and tugging her closer, slanting their mouths for a deeper kiss.

With a warm sigh, Lady Pyriel opened her mouth and Natalia eagerly explored the delicate secrets within, forgetting about the power still stored inside of her. Instead of the burning release that seared her from the inside out, the power turned into something resembling thick, sticky honey as Lady Pyriel licked it from her mouth.

The door opened, and the sounds of the hallway filtered into the room a moment before it closed again and the presence of her father left the room. All thoughts fled her mind as the succubus rubbed the tips of her breasts over hers, the thin layer of silk and dragon skin doing nothing to dull the sensation.

Pyriel’s tail wrapped around her, the sharp tip barely caressing her calves. Their kiss intensified until Natalia clung to the succubus, the shadowy part of her soul purring with pleasure at the lust rushing off the other woman. She traced her fingertips over the delicate jaw and down the smooth column of her throat to her full breasts.

The succubus broke the kiss and arched back into her hands with a low moan. The scent of their arousal blended into the air and Natalia was surprised at the sweet, almost perfume-like smell of it. Her mouth watered, and she lowered her head, clasping the dark erect nipple of one of Pyriel’s breasts into her mouth, sucking at the tip through the thin fabric. Her awareness of the succubus expanded until she took in every nuance, every hint that the other woman’s body gave her about how she liked her pleasure.

To her surprise, the succubus seemed very, very sensitive to even the lightest touch. A mere lick across the nipple did more for her than a hard suck. Following instinct, Natalia lightly ran her hands down the indentation of the succubus’s waist, stroking gently at the skin hidden beneath the gossamer of her gown.

Pyriel took in a deep breath and grasped Natalia’s hands gently in her own. “Princess, please tell me what you see.”

Natalia placed her hand in the center of the succubus’s chest and pushed her back onto the bed. After all the testosterone-laden drama of the day, Pyriel’s lush body and gentle nature appealed to Natalia as much as a cool drink of water on a hot summer afternoon. “I see a beautiful woman with skin like rubies and hair as dark as the night sky.”

The succubus’s eyes widened in surprise as she pulled Natalia onto the bed with her. “You really see me?”

Natalia removed her boots and tossed them onto the floor. The will-o’-the-wisp lights dimmed to a faint milky-white, floating like stars in the darkness over the bed, bathing them in their silvery glow. Tugging the succubus closer, the women lay breast to breast, hip to hip. Never before had she been attracted to a female in this manner. Oh, there was the whore she’d shared with Gregor, but even then it had been mostly about his pleasure. This woman, this devil, called to something inside her soul.

She smoothed a dark strand of hair off the succubus’s cheek, marveling at how velvety her skin was. “Why wouldn’t I see you?”

A flush darkened Pyriel’s cheeks, and Natalia was surprised to see she blushed dark, similar to a bruise spreading across her shimmering ruby flesh. “When a succubus, or an incubus, are with a human, that human tends to see their heart’s fondest desire. Most mortal men would run away, shrieking in fear if they saw me for who I truly am, and I would starve. Instead, I appear to them as the woman they’ve always dreamed of, a temptation impossible to resist.” Her fingertips stroked along the neckline of Natalia’s gown, leaving a pleasant tingle in their wake. “Only a devil or demon can see beyond my glamour. I-I thought you might be too human to resist my magic.”

Natalia’s first reaction was immediate denial. “No, that can’t be it. I am far too human. I can’t do any demonic magic, and just look at me.”

Pyriel’s laugh held the edge of a purr. “Oh, trust me, I’ve been looking at you and I see far beyond the surface.” Her tail traced a line down Natalia’s back and the cloth of her gown parted beneath the razor-sharp edge. “You burn with power, Princess. I think you will surprise a great many people.” She leaned in and suckled on the side of Natalia’s neck. “Let me serve you. Let me feed your never-ending hunger for lust. I understand what it’s like to burn with hunger.”

“Please.” She sighed as Pyriel pulled the ruined gown from her body and laid her back on the silken sheets among the furs and pillows. The greedy sound Pyriel made deep in her throat stroked at her desire and brought it roaring to the surface. It crashed over her body in a wave and her suddenly sensitive skin almost burned. “What did you do?”

“You gave me permission to serve you, and in doing so allowed my powers free reign to give you pleasure.”

She moaned and twisted as Pyriel traced intricate patterns on her thighs with the tips of her nails. She leaned forward and nibbled on Natalia’s collarbone, sending pulsing waves of need through her body until she fisted her hands in the other woman’s hair and tried to direct her lower. The succubus laughed softly and blew a breath over Natalia’s nipple, stiffening it further. Instead of sucking it into her mouth, the succubus began to bite around the mound of her breast in ever decreasing circles, slowly getting closer to the now-aching tip.

When Pyriel’s lips finally enveloped her nipple and sucked hard, Natalia arched off the bed with a low moan, her hips thrusting, straining to be filled. Pyriel ignored her pleas and continued to torment her, moving from one breast to the other, adding teeth and pain until Natalia panted with desire. Pyriel moved over her stomach, rubbing her face across Natalia’s skin and ghosting her fingertips over Natalia’s mound.

“So smooth,” she murmured against Natalia’s hip.

Her clit pulsed, ached with each beat of her heart, as she eagerly spread her legs and wrapped them around the succubus. The other woman’s body felt so different from her male lovers’ hard frames, and she delighted in the soft curves. Even though she knew the succubus was far stronger than she looked, Natalia couldn’t help but worry she would hurt Pyriel.

Her want had her arching herself toward Pyriel as the devil kissed her inner thigh. “You are so wet, Princess. Your moisture has dripped down all the way to that delightfully rounded bottom of yours, just begging for….”

One slender finger probed her anus, and Natalia hissed out a breath. That gentle touch awoke more nerve endings until she thought she might pass out from the pleasure. After all the strain on her soul today, her entire being hungered for the lust the succubus gave off, drinking it down in never ending gulps of pleasure. As her demonic side expanded its control, Natalia’s perception heightened until she could feel an edge of the succubus’s essence. Pyriel had been made to give pleasure and that was what she loved to do. Pyriel’s thumb began to slowly massage the swollen flesh around her Natalia’s clit. She closed her eyes and moaned.

“Princess, look at me,” Pyriel said in a soft voice.

Straining to focus past the pleasure, Natalia tried to make sense of the silver object Pyriel held in her hand. It was a long, slender shape that narrowed on the top and flared out at the bottom before becoming narrow again. It reminded her of a large, silver mushroom.

Pyriel’s tail tickled up her thigh and she dug her heels into the other woman’s bottom, trying to pull her closer. The succubus laughed and held the end of her tail, fitting the silver shape onto it, covering the sharp edges at the tip. Natalia tried to figure out what Pyriel had in mind, if it was some type of jewelry the succubus wore, or a safety device to keep from accidentally injuring her.

Natalia’s eyes grew wide as Pyriel’s tail slid between their bodies and nudged at her sopping wet entrance. The brush of the cool metal against her heated flesh had her gasping as Pyriel began to lick her juice off her mound with long swipes of her tongue. She tried to thrust herself on to the tip of Pyriel’s tail, but the other woman teased her entrance, putting enough of the silver object into her to cause her inner muscles to clamp down, then pulling it away and leaving her achingly empty. As the succubus did this, she teased the hood of Natalia’s clit, tugging that hard bud back and forth until she thought she would lose her mind.

A low growl came from deep in Natalia’s throat and a surge of strength washed through her body. She grasped the succubus’ head in her hands and ground her clit against her lips. Excruciating pleasure shot through her nervous system as Pyriel held her clit between her teeth and teasingly flicked her tongue across the fully exposed bud while thrusting the hard, cold metal deep into her body.

Natalia screamed. Pyriel held her legs apart with both hands, her nails digging in until Natalia thought she would lose her mind. In and out the silver phallus plunged, warm now with her body’s heat. She hunched forward, rocking her hips against the succubus’s eager mouth as she neared her orgasm. Her whole body tensed, muscles already sore from the day’s activities screaming in protest, but she was helpless against her need to orgasm.

With a final hard suck, Pyriel buried the silver phallus as far as it would go and Natalia screamed. Contractions ripped through her in waves as the succubus continued to suckle on her clit. She’d almost be done, and the other woman would do something clever with her lips or teeth.

“Enough,” she pleaded and tugged at Pyriel’s head until she let go of Natalia’s throbbing clit with a last sweep of her tongue.

Pyriel tenderly kissed Natalia on her lips and whispered, “You honor me with your release, Princess.”

Blissfully floating in the afterglow of her orgasm, Natalia was still deeply connected to the succubus’s desires. Heat flared in her body, a warm ember being stroked to life. Pyriel was filled with need, aching with it. When Natalia caught a whisper of what the other woman desired, she couldn’t help but smile. “Pyriel, do it. I can read in your mind what you want. Give me the chance to pleasure you as you’ve pleasured me.”

The succubus swallowed, her eyes filled with desire mixed with apprehension. “Princess, you don’t serve me, I serve you. It would be…unseemly for you to do…that to me.”