Page 12 of Legacy of Chaos

They’d never been activated, but as the wealthiest, most powerful, openly demon tech giant, he had a lot of enemies. From religious zealots and demon-haters to jealous rivals and political schemers, his human detractors were constant threats.

Then there were the demons. Since most of his company’s products were developed to detect their presence, kill them, or trap their souls, he was generally hated and feared by underworlders.

The only people he didn’t worry about were the angels. They allowed him to exist as a useful idiot as long as he toed the demons-are-bad line and created weapons to use against them. An Archangel named Gabriel even checked in on him every couple of years to make sure he hadn’t gone evil or some shit.

The suppressant will kill you.

Yeah, yeah, back to that.

The deck door slid open, and he stepped into a blast of warm air. A second stab of arousal went through his groin, but this time, it was accompanied by a jolt of pain. As the door closed behind him, he reached into his pocket for his injector pen.

When his fingers touched the smooth plastic surface, he hesitated.

This, his sixth injection in a row, would halt the sex pangs for approximately three and a half hours. The next one would be effective for three hours. The next, two and a half. And so on, losing about half an hour per dose until they stopped working, and pain and nausea forced him to find relief with a female.

If he didn’t, he’d die.

According to his uncle, he was dying right now. Eidolon told him to stop the injections immediately, but that would mean finding release multiple times a day.

He didn’t have time for that shit.

Another spear of arousal stabbed him in his cock and balls before some invisible vise grabbed his sac and twisted it so hard he nearly passed out on the hardwood floor. He staggered to the couch and braced himself against it while he caught his breath.

He needed sex.

Or a shot.

Either way, this couldn’t wait.

Gradually, the pain eased, leaving a heavy, pulsing need spreading through his pelvis. He eyed the delicate, ornate jade vase on the other side of the room, and his cock swelled, practically pointing at it.

He groaned through another wave of pain. When it retreated, his need had doubled, and his dick felt like it was on fire.

“Masumi,” he croaked.

A stream of pearly liquid bubbled from the vase’s narrow, phallic mouth and flowed to the floor, where it took the shape of a slinky, bronze-skinned succubus wrapped in a sheer ruby shawl and nothing else.

She shoved her waist-length black hair away from her face, her dark, almond-shaped eyes, tilted up at the corners, wide with surprise.

“I didn’t expect your summons so soon. You usually run the full course of injections before seeking my services.” Her husky voice conveyed concern as she glided toward him, her curvy hips swaying hypnotically. “You don’t look well.”

Clenching his jaw, he rode out another round of his genitals being squashed in a clamp. The pain was enough to make his vision go dark for a few heartbeats, and then Masumi’s warm body eased up to him, her hands working the fly of his pants.

As a species of demon created to service Seminus demons, she sensed his need as if it were hers. Her very existence relied on sexual exchanges with Sems, so she went eagerly,hungrily, to her knees in front of him.

Her warm mouth took him in, and instant, hot pleasure shot through his body.

Followed by dark, twisted self-loathing.

He hated sex. He hated being aroused. He hated everything that made him a lust demon with needs that took priority over everything.

Like his little brother’s safety.

Agony ripped into his chest like claws, and he tore away from Masumi. Panting and trembling, he scrounged for the injector pen.

Masumi’s hand came down on his wrist as his fingers closed around the device.

“You don’t need that.” She caught his earlobe with her teeth and nipped him before licking the sting away. “I’m here. Let me ease you.”

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