The Demon's Seduction (13 page)

“Lies,” Geoffrey Stark said as she passed him, but his voice lacked conviction.

But her words were all too true. They had all started out on this journey with thoughts of securing their places in heaven, but if the last three years had shown them anything it was that hell was not some far off realm. The fires of perdition would pale in comparison to the agonies they had all endured in this infernal place.

“I can give you all that you desire,” she said.

“You can end the siege?” Richard asked.

“Of course. But I can give you much more than that.”

“What else?” he asked.

“Riches. Power. Immortality.”

Richard struggled to free himself from her spell, but he was hit by a powerful wave of lust as she returned to him. He imagined those red lips of hers wrapping around the length of his cock, sucking him dry.

Those same lips curved up in a knowing smile. “Yes, that as well.”

“And the price you ask for these gifts.”

Her teasing look turned serious. “Surrender your own release, and instead offer to me the pleasure of all the women you touch.”

Give up his orgasm and become an incubus? He weighed the temptation of nearly limitless strength and wealth against the cost.

“For all eternity?”

She shook her head. “One day a woman will return your release to you. On that day you will know that your service is no longer required.”

“It is the devil’s bargain,” Rhys called out, but his voice was heavy with the same desire that rushed through Richard. “We would be empty shells. Nothing more than pleasureless demons.”

Ashira rubbed her breast with her hand as she looked up and down Richard’s Welsh friend. “Not pleasureless. You would still feel the ecstasy of every lick and stroke, but there will be no release." She turned and rubbed her ass against Richards’s groin for emphasis. His cock was close to bursting. “Just think of all the comforts that would come along with all that wealth and power. Enough to fill a hundred lifetimes.”

Richard swallowed hard. He knew some of his men would be swayed by this creature's promises of treasure and power, and Richard didn’t fault them. But he had lost half of his fighting force since he had left the shores of England, and he would gladly let heaven damn him if it meant he didn’t have to lose another friend.

“Spare my men, even any who don’t agree, and I will accept your deal,” Richard said.

Ashira smiled, and her look changed to one of pure hunger. She fell to her knees before him. She pulled at chausses, freeing his cock. Her tongue snaked out to wet her lips.

“Then you are mine.” Her mouth descended on him, taking his full length in a single motion.

Richard groaned as her wet tongue encircled him. Her cheeks pulled in as she sucked hard on his shaft.

Realizing he was free from her divine bondage, Richard brutally grasped on to her long fall of golden hair and held her head still. Her glittering purple-colored eyes looked up at him, their corners lifted. She approved of his show of control.

He surged again and again into her mouth. He waited for the telltale sounds of her throat’s resistance, but she took all of him without complaint. He could feel the power surging through her body. His heart began to pound to the beat of it. He thrust in time to the primal rhythm. Her long fingers bit into the flesh of his hips, holding him as brutally as he held her.

He had gone past the usual point of his climax, but she continued to pull the dark pleasure from him.

“Do you swear to serve me?” Her voice was clear in his mind even though her lips were wrapped tight around around him.

“I swear,” Richard said through gritted teeth.

White hot ecstasy overtook him. His release gushed down her throat, and he roared out into the dark night as he came his last.

Richard staggered backwards, and away from the creature he had entered into this damnable pact with. His skin felt branded by her touch. He opened and closed his fist, marveling at the feel of the unnatural strength flowing into his body.

Then Richard watched as all eight others took their turn with Ashira.