Page 34 of Fallen Angels

I sigh. This is the part I don’t want to admit. This is the part I’m sure will kill whatever good will Cambion has towards me. But, it’s also the truth. “Part of me liked it, even though I couldn’t understand how or why. And I hated myself for liking it. I still… I still do.” Tears start to blur my eyes and I look away from Cambion again. It’s too hard to admit all of this and wonder if the understanding in his eyes is going to turn to judgement and disgust. There’s no way I’ll tell him about the following evening when Variant buried his face inside me. That will be a secret I’ll take to my grave.

Unless Cambion receives a vision of that too…

Cambion reaches forward and swipes my tears away with his thumb and I’m momentarily floored. “Why… are you being nice to me?” I finally ask.

He swallows hard and he’s quiet for a moment or two. “I don’t know,” he answers.

“That’s not a good response,” I say with a faux laugh, even as the tears continue to escape.

“I’m sorry, but it’s all I have,” he says and steps away from me.

I curl my arms around myself and sigh. “I know you think the worst of me. And, I don’t blame you at all. I think the worst of myself too.”

“That’s not what this is,” he nearly interrupts and closes the gap again. He looks like he wants to touch me, but he doesn’t. His eyes, however, are deep and… kind. I don’t understand.

“What this is?” I repeat.

“What happened—the way your body reacted—was natural even for someone who isn’t a Succubus.”

“He killed her, Cambion, in front of me!” I almost yell at him.

“And, tell me, Eilish, were you turned on atthatpoint?”

“Of course not!”

He smiles. “You’ve just proven my point. You had no way of knowing Variant was going to murder Anona. All you knew was that you were witnessing a sexual act and you were forced to pleasure yourself. It isn’t your fault that you liked the way your fingers felt against your own skin. It isn’t your fault that watching Variant fucking Anona turned you on.”

I swallow hard because I’m more than turned on just listening to Cambion talking to me. And his body is so close, and his energy is so bright, so overbearing.

“It isn’t my fault?”

“No,” he answers as his eyes settle on my lips. I can feel the change in his energy—he’s stimulated—just as much as I am.

Before I can stop myself, I ask: “Would it turn you on to watch someone fucking me?”

I don’t know where the words come from or how I have the courage to even say them, but before I know it, the words are out. Cambion’s eyebrows shoot for the sky and he seems takenaback for a moment or two. Then he swallows down his pride and nods.

“I imagine it probably would.” Then he quickly adds: “I’m not saying that’s what I want, by any means. But, were I in a similar situation, where I was forced… to watch someone inside of you…? I’m sure my cock would act on his own natural impulses.”

I don’t know what to say to that, so I don’t respond. Instead, all I can think about is Cambion watching Dragan or Baron fucking me as he strokes his cock and then announces it’s his turn.

“My disgust is with Variant,” he says and interrupts my wandering thoughts.

“Thank you,” I say, and he appears surprised.

“For what?”

“For actually listening and believing me and trying to make me feel better.”

He nods. “Don’t get used to it,” he says with a smirk and then turns and walks away. I’m not entirely sure, but I think the bulge in his pants is a little more pronounced.

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BARON

The forest is quiet. Not the sort of quiet that helps me relax, but the kind that puts me on edge. And through that silence breaks the sound of a trickling stream.

Every inch of my body aches with a newfound agony. Whatever was on the end of the blade that pierced me, must have been some kind of contaminator. And something I’ve never been exposed to, as I’ve built a tolerance to most poisons. Well, at least to the types of poisons one can build a tolerance to.

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