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"Bring the cambion to my office, Wyn." I said as we headed out of the car, watching as Eulia headed straight for the pond in the backyard but before that, she smiled at us and twirled around in delight.
"Bell, I need you to dig for any summoning activity in San Francisco, if the cambions can contact a Fury, there must be someone keeping in touch with them." I said as I walked towards the estate.
"On it." She left without another word.
I went to my bedroom, heading straight for the corner where my clothing racks rest, I saw the bunny onesie hanging which was the only different clothing article in my collection.
It was my lazy outfit.
Grabbing the poem book from the round side table that I've been reading, Les Fleurs du mal (The Flowers of Evil) by Charles Baudelaire, I headed straight for the office in a bunny onesie.
Years ago, I decided to buy a land lot in Sausalito to build a home enough to house me and some of my girls who didn't want to move out. I'm a demon with a French soul, so I had to make a French inspired mansion, hired an interior designer but asked the designer to leave the bedrooms untouched because I wanted to have the girls decorate their own rooms.
The designer did not disappoint me, gold chandeliers hang from the ceiling, gold antique mirrors, white walls with simple trimmings, chair rails and panel molds, neutral color schemes and plants.
I designed my own bedroom, I wanted it to be cozy.
I do have an apartment in San Francisco, I stay there when I'm too lazy to go home. Few safe houses around the world, just in case thing go bad here in California.
I just hoped I don't need to use them.
I walked in the hallway towards the office, humming to myself as I read the poems. Ahhh. Eroticism at it's finest. Opening the doors to my office, I saw the young cambion sweating his ass off on the chair with Wynona staring at him like he was a nuisance to her presence.
The boy frowned as he took in my appearance. I laid the book on the table and made a grab for the nearby pastry Spanish bread that Verena baked. "Want some?"
He didn't know what to make of it. A woman dressed in a bunny onesie giving him a spanish bread.
I sighed, grabbing his hand and putting the Spanish bread in his hand. "It's a Senorita bread but Verena wanted to pay respects to its actual name and calls it Spanish bread. Try it, it's delicious." I grabbed myself one and took a bite, moaning in delight.
The young cambion was not immune to my succubus lure. His eyes were pretty much evident. Poor guy.
I saw him took a bite and I think he nearly had an orgasm from that bite alone. "Told you," I smiled at him.
The smile caught him off guard and saw him frowned. "Why are you being nice to me?"
"I'm not a violent person, sweetie but I will be if I needed it to be." I shrugged as I took another bite. "Besides, you're going to tell me who hired you and why."
"And if I don't?"
I shot him a look, "You really want to find out?" Taking out a wet wipes to remove the buttery caramel off my fingers.
He didn't answer but he did try to look brave about his stupid decision.
"Okay then. So be it. Pick your poison," I told him.
"What?" He looked so confused.
I sighed and tried to think about bread. "Pick your tormentor. Me or Wynona." I gestured to Wynona.
He didn't even think about it, he nodded at me. "You," he looked so smug that he picked me.
"Man, you picked wrong." Wynona muttered, shaking her head in disappointment.
"Okay then," I took his leftover bread, laying it to the plate and told Wynona, "Restrain him."
He watched as Wynona wrapped the rope around his torso, upper limb, legs against the chair. Since his upper limbs were only tied, leaving him with free movement on his forearms. Wynona knew he's going to want to move those arms.
"You do know I can escape with these shitty ropes tied like this."
"He's cocky," Wyn muttered, she didn't like cocky people.
I checked the clock at the wall and saw it was 6pm, Deimos would be wide awake. I wondered, what was he doing right now.
Facing the cambion, "While I'm still being nice, do you prefer to keep your dignity intact or not?" I don't usually ask them about this but this young man didn't have an idea what's to come.
"Meaning?"
"Do you want her to stay or not?" I nodded at Wynona.
"She can stay, I can handle it."
Wynona's lips thinned and moved back to her spot, leaning against the wall.
I shrugged, grabbing a tissue before wrapping it around the spanish bread. "Your call,"
Biting the bread, I directed my Lure at him, just a pinch of it but I could that it confused him. "The Hell?!" He didn't understand why his dick wanted to salute at me.
"Not Hell, sweetie, just NorCal." I said.
I slowly increase the Lure and watched him sweat. Even though, I'm in a bunny onesie, sitting with my legs tucked underneath me while eating a bread, his horniness sees the small things about me.
Like how I lick my lips as I tried to remove the flavor off my lips, my chest rising and lowering, and how I tucked a stray strand in my ear. He stared at my lips, he didn't even realized that he was leaning for me.
"How can you eat while you torture a teenage boy?" Wynona said.
Ick. "Don't say it like that, that's... weird." I shivered. "How old are you?" I had to ask because it bothered me if I'm doing this to me if he's underaged.
"Nineteen," he moaned.
Phew. That's fine by me but still weird. "Okay, sweetie. What do you want?"
With the Lure on, his need was evident in his pants. "You." He breathed out.
"I'm here," I gestured at myself.
"No. I want you, naked, titties out, and beneath me." He moaned as his brain come up with the image in his mind. "Oh fuck," His hands were frantically moving, trying to touch me.
"Graphic." I muttered as I took another bread.
"Can I touch you?" He begged.
"No, sweetie. You're too young for me." I'm hundreds year older than him but I pride myself in looking like I'm twenty five.
"Age is just a number," he argued, his back arching trying to move.
"Age is just a measurement, there's a difference." I countered. "I don't touch young boys."
He growled, his eyes turning black like a demon's. I'm not gonna lie but this cambion was attractive, he reminded me of River Phoenix.
Out of desperation, he unzipped his pants. Here we go. He didn't take out his shaft but he was rubbing his hand against it, throwing back his head.
"I almost pity the guy," Wynona said but later added, "but he got cocky."
I ignored her and asked the boy, "What's your name?"
"Taran." He exhaled.
"Okay, Taranโ"
He shivered when I mentioned the name, "Fuck, I love how you say my name."
I ignored the statement and continued asking. "Who do you work for?"
He didn't answered, too busy touching himself and daydreaming fucking me. It didn't take too long to take out his length, I would be blind if I didn't say he was packing.
He was hard and Taran had a tight grip on his dick. Taran furiously stroke himself trying to appease the heat from within.
Wynona was uncomfortable, I get it but it comes to being friends with a succubus. Too bad they didn't know they were friends with a succubus.
"I'll let you come if you tell me who you work for," I told him, avoiding my eyes to his working hand.
He groaned in protest. "I-I, fuck, that feels good." The veins in his neck throbbed.
"Tell me, Taran."
He was fighting my Lure, I could see him trying to stop his need to please me. I really feel bad for Taran but he did chose this. I saw the fight in him, I admired that.
Taran was going to break sooner or later, they always do.
The wet sounds he created echoed in the room, Taran looked like he was in pain yet he liked it. I needed the information fast. "Taran, sweetie, look at me." I leaned towards him and whispered. "You want to please me right?"
He was sweating bullets, my close distance to him made his stroking harder and faster. I didn't look down at his hand, I just stared at him and knowing full well, my eyes shone. My eyes shone blue when I do this, luring people to their demise. Hell, Wynona even joked about my eyes can be used as flashlight in the dark.
Taran stared at my eyes, his movements slowed and the fight in him broke, he growled and stared at me with need.
"Yeees," he hissed, drunk in lust.
"I'll help you with your problem if you just tell me who hired you." I'm not really going to help him but I don't tell him that.
I pulled away when his demon eyes gotten too close for me. Grabbing another Spanish bread, I took a bite at it while stirring my hot chocolate drink.
I heard a two sets of footsteps heading towards the office. One frantic, the other calm. The familiar spicy scent almost made me squirm in my seat, cinnamon was a turn on scent for me. It evoked the memories of baking and warmth. A bit of sandalwood, that I didn't realize until now. He was here.
"Excuse me, sir but you cannot just storm in likeโ" the doors burst open and Deimos walked in with Verena struggling to stop him while holding a basket full of homemade bread. Verena choked at the sight of Taran masturbating, turning beet red and looking anywhere but him. "Hi, Cerise. I tried to stop him but he was very persistent and strong."
Even though Verena was a siren with great strength, she was no match to an Alpha Vampire.
Verena and Eulia get along like sisters, both calm and fragile but Eulia was more softer than Verena. She's the big sister Eulia needed and wanted.
This scene looked like some kinky porn waiting to happen, a guy tied up while two women act like we're the doms and Taran was the sub.
I'm not going to say the typical 'I can explain' excuse, it was a shit excuse. I'm actually testing how Deimos would react, would he accept the fact I do these to men?
I watched for his reaction, he looked amused, cocking an eyebrow as he strode towards me and lifting me to put in his lap. "Spanish bread?" I offered my bread, as I met his intense gaze.
He took a bite without a question, smiling, I almost purred at him. Anyone who likes bread, pastry, and pasta was a turn on for me.
He swallowed, the movement made my eyes drag to his throat. I want to snuggle against him but I stopped myself.
"Verena, it's okay. What breads have you brought?" I asked, facing her as she slowly approached us like she didn't want to come close contact to Taran and his scary appendage.
"My Filipino friend introduced me to their pastry, so this is the first batch of Pan De Coco, Empanada, Ensaymada, and Pandesal. This is all trial batch, tell me if you guys like it!" She pronounced the names like a pro, meanwhile if I tried to say it I know I'll butcher those names.
"Oh lร lร . Can I have some?"
"Of course," Verena circled the table and each bread she spoke of, she put five of them on the plate.
"Merci," I shot her a smile, Verena smiled and left in a hurry like her ass was on fire.
The bread smelled enticing, I'm about to devour that bread. I knew it.
"So who is this unlucky guy?" Deimos murmured, his breath tickled my cheek. I sighed.
Does Deimos knew how much he affected me, I just wish I could tell him without making everything so complicated.
"Deimos, this Taran, he asked for his torture as you can see."
"Did it work?"
"It was until you interrupted," I shrugged, "you can repay me later for that."
His chest grumbled in agreement.
"Let's see what he has to say." He whispered, staring at my mouth.
Taran, which I completely forgot, moaned; breaking my spell from Deimos.
Facing at him, I said, "Weren't you about to say a name?"
"I-I need to come," he groaned.
"You get to come if you tell me the name, sweetie." I couldn't concentrate because Deimos's hands were caressing every inch of my body. Suddenly, the onesie was hot, especially in this weather. I put the bread at the tray.
"You promise to touch, I need you to touch me." Taran beseeched. I knew it bothered him that this man was basically begging me to fuck him.
"Name first," I toyed Deimos hair at the back, he closed his eyes and the lines on his face disappeared.
He grunted, but he said the name I hoped I didn't hear.
"Laurent."