Page 33 of Bound By Darkness

She’s a fucking Succubus, for Christ’s sake!

A Succubus!

Memories of Lamia and her fucking whore daughters come back to haunt me and I have to force my eyes shut to beat the visuals away. I swore I’d never find myself in a similar situation and yet here I am again—unable to say no, unable to prioritize my self-respect over my fucking dick! Unable to keep my cock in my fucking pants!

Eilish isn’t Lamia. Sex with Eilish feels entirely different. Even now, you don’t feel drained, you don’t feel exhausted. And you should—after you just fucked the hell out of her, you should feel tired at the very least, but you don’t,a voice inside my head pipes up, and I suddenly wish I could pound it with my fists until it dies a miserable death.You don’t feel drained because Eilish is different. She’s not Lamia.

Fuck the voice because I don’t believe it. I won’t believe it.

Eilish is no different. She’s Succubus—she’s demon. And she’s fully aware of the power she has over me.

“Fucking hell,” I mutter to myself, glad she’s trailing behind so she can’t hear my words and guess at my inner turmoil.

I’ve half a mind to leave her here in the forest, at the mercy of the elements, and let her figure her own way out. But I know I won’t do that. I can’t do that.

Because, fuck me, but I still care about her. I don’t know how it’s possible, given that I know what she is, but I do. In fact, I’m having a shit of a time trying to separate the angel from the demon. When I look at her, all I can see is the sweet, innocent woman I thought she was.

I’m a fucking moron.

But she is half angel,I remind myself.And she has angel wings. You’ve seen them yourself. She still could be the answer to defeating Variant.

Or am I just kidding myself?

Of one thing, I’m convinced—I can’t be trusted alone with her again.

CHAPTER NINE

CAMBION

Mortal Plane

Morning comes, even though the cloud cover is thick and bathes our surroundings in shades of gray. It’s a good omen—it means Baron will be able to travel more easily. Perhaps he won’t have to rely on his potions to protect him against the sun.

I’m in especially good spirits this morning, as I feel very well-rested. It was a good decision on my part to pause for the night and allow the group to rest. Dragan would have pushed us until we had no energy left. All that would have done is considerably slow us down today. Yes, it’s a good thing for all involved that I’ve taken the proverbial reins.

We pack what little we possess and start through the forest yet again, walking along the stream that will eventually guide us to the road.

I notice my companions are especially quiet this morning. Baron is almost reliably silent in general, but Dragan also seems lost in his own thoughts, as does the demoness. Even Flumph is uncharacteristically quiet, where he rides on the girl’s shoulder, glaring at me every opportunity he gets.

Fucking thing.

I look forward to leaving him and the witch behind us, and I’m hopeful that opportunity will present itself once we reach Earleann. As far as I’m concerned, if we leave the Succubus in Earleann and Variant comes looking for her, maybe he’ll take her as reward enough and allow Dragan and I to return to our respective realms.

If only.

Or perhaps Raflamir will choose to imprison the demoness? Demons are not welcomed in the Fae Realm and perhapsimprisonment is exactly what she needs. As a Succubus, she’s unpredictable at best—at worst, she could be deadly.

As I think, I find my gaze settling on the Succubus without my even realizing it. She’s absolutely stunning, it’s true. I can’t argue that fact, even if she is the embodiment of all things unholy. Demons are the lowliest of shadow creatures, but a Succubus? They’re the vilest of the vile.

And yet, she’s more lovely than any woman I’ve ever seen,I counter in my head.And her nature appears to be gentle.

It’s all artifice! Simply her shadow magic attempting to pollute your mind,I assure myself. Apparently, my other self finds this to be a good argument, as that nagging voice remains silent for once.

Still, I continue to ponder her—continue to watch her. I have to admit, I desire her. I do. And, of course, I wonder what it would feel like to fuck a Succubus. Perhaps I will get my chance before I leave her in Earleann.

After all, there is that vision she experienced. It was a vision of the two of us deeply involved in a sexual tryst, and to say I had enjoyed myself is an understatement. Yes, I do want her and, yes, I intend to have her, but merely once and merely for the novelty of fucking a Succubus.

It’s interesting, but I’ve not felt this sort of hunger for a female from the Shadow Realm before. Truthfully, I can’t recall the last time I’ve felt this sort of hunger for any woman. Lamia, of course, was highly attractive but she didn’t weigh on my thoughts the way this demoness does. Perhaps it’s due to the fact that Eilish is half angel, which makes her more attractive to me than she otherwise would be? Or perhaps it’s simply because she’s more attractive physically than Lamia?

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