Page 164 of Insolence
Time slows. Then drags.
I realize my body is frozen with my hands propped on her hips while she grinds and I come inside her. I’m held helpless in her sway, my eyes the only part of me capable of movement.
Shock piercing my brain, I catch the glow of a sigil on the back of her hand as her fingertips work her clit to a frenzy.
The intangible barrier between us wavers and grows thin. Threatens to vanish entirely. Gobsmacked and half in ecstasy, I can do nothing while the arcane fabric separating her inner realm and mine breaks apart.
Waves of sweet delight morph into gut-twisting torment. Invisible claws rake through me, shredding my very essence, mangling the precious balance there. She wrenches something vital from behind my navel. Yanking it down and out.
Eyes squeezed shut, she bends down. Clamps her teeth around the tender flesh between my neck and shoulder. Biting. Bruising.
I already know her claiming bite will leave a mark. Shocked as I am, part of me welcomes it.
This is the first time her voice resounds inside my head, gentling me. Claiming me for her own.
Meanwhile, my life-force is still bleeding out of me like a wound that won’t clot. It’s agony and delight together at once while she slowly cleaves me to pieces. Pries me apart, not realizing she’s doing it.
I cling to her, blindsided but reasonably assured given my sex at birth. Comforted in the knowledge it will soon end.
But it doesn’t end.
It goes on for far, far too long.
Bit by bit she consumes me—past the point of the room spinning and my breathing turning dangerously shallow. I strain to twitch a muscle to no avail.It should have stopped by now… Why won’t it stop?
It’s much too intimate an intrusion. A profound violation.
Finally my blood turns to ice. Panic breaks through as my pulse turns thready, my skin going cold.Oh, fuck. I’ve made a mistake. I didn’t think—
Until this moment I haven’t fully comprehended my mutable soul. Never in a million years did I anticipatethis.
In another few seconds nothing will be left of me. After all, men don’t survive an encounter with a Succubus. Not when she’s dominant, in control, and climaxing from skin-to-skin contact. My cock is apparently close enough. A far-off part of me is pleasantly baffled.
Nobody, changeling or natural human, can survive without life-force rooted to our souls. Under the same circumstances, a natural human woman would become very ill but survive. A mage would feel extremely fatigued afterward and recover quickly—the end result I anticipated once I saw that damn sigil. Another demun wouldn’t be negatively affected at all.
But evidently I am fucked, in every literal and figurative sense, to my complete astonishment.
At long last the agony ebbs. Dissipates along with my panic. Love for her swells in my chest. A sublime sort of peace washing over me, I reconcile myself to my fate.
After all, there are far worse ways to die.And I’m happy to do it with Tiss in my lap, teeth at my neck, cunt wrapped round my cock. Swept up in her pinnacle and exquisitely beautiful.
All of this hurtles by in seconds. It feels like hours, although my recollection will be spotty later on.
I’ll never forget the jarring, familiar softness that overcomes me. With a miraculous mental tug and no prior warning, I realize I am sinking sweetly into my own femininity.
My lifeline pulls taut. Refuses to break. My essence stops funneling away. I gasp, body going slack, movement prickling into my arms and legs like circulation returning to limbs starved of blood flow.
Eisha, I realize, has taken pity on her child.
Releasing my neck, Tiss’s movements slow then stop. Time resumes its normal flow. But our blended realities don’t separate, don’t seal completely.
I’m jarringly aware of our soul-tie the second it snaps into place. All of her affection and adoration rush in, filling the aching void. Thrilling me to the end of every extremity.
Myhands—dangling now on either side of the chair—tingle with pulsing blue-white light. Reflect the sigils slowly winking out on hers. Bewildered, I suck in a breath.
But in seeing her for what she truly is while she fed on me, and loving her just the same, a tether was forged. Linking us. Binding us together.
She, a Succubus. And I, her Thrall.
