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Mauren watched him closely, searching for signs of renewed fury. The anger was easy to see but beyond that were other, higher thoughts. He had mastered his rage and was thinking of the future. She could see it in his face.
Her life depended on those thoughts. She knew it instinctively.
It wasn't the only thing she knew either.
Her tail twisted as she shifted it slowly, trying to hide the bead of arousal still glistening on the tip. When he'd had her throat in his hands she'd felt power coursing through him. He was so ridiculously strong. It was more than physical. This creature had an iron will and incredible potential.
If she could harness that potential she could take back everything she'd lost and more. Director Lane had made an offer Mauren knew she'd be a fool to ignore, just as she knew if she did she'd be passing up her chance at revenge.
But revenge was a sucker's game. Revenge never got anyone paid. It never led to the good life. Revenge felt nothing like the lust coursing through her veins in that moment.
She knew part of it was simple hunger. She was ravenous. She hadn't eaten in days and a taste of essence was less than three feet away. She could reach out and touch it, but if she did so before she was allowed she would die.
The lust itself was nothing new, but the fact that she felt it for a mere sentient was. She had hungered for them, but they'd never made her wet. They never made her want. Succubi did not follow gods. They followed lust. Lust for sex. Lust for power. Lust for money and fame. Desire in all its forms drove her race, and right now she desired the creature standing before her, who held her life in his hands and might snuff it out at any moment.
Duo had been right. He was masculine with every trace of excess stripped away. No wings, no claws, no nothing. Just raw strength and a bold intellect fired by powerful emotions.
She could sense it in him, and it was new. In the three months he took to learn the language he seemed dull and lifeless to her. A pretty thing that ultimately would amount to nothing. Then he had killed the syban and she had seen his capacity for violence, for murder. Even then, there'd been no real passion. He killed with sudden and complete disregard. Now, for the first time, she saw lust in him. He wanted ... but he didn't want her. He wanted revenge, wanted to destroy the ones who'd brought him here. She could see it as though through a pane of clear glass.
That would have to change.
As her desire coursed through her, she had to wonder at herself. She'd spent most of her life looking down on succubi who fed on sentients rather than each other. The flavor of a succubus was sublime, the sexual delights beyond compare. Why then did her lust course so strongly for this creature?
Strength alone was not enough. Beauty of form was not enough. So what was it? She had yet to taste him. Had yet to feel him. She desired both those things with no real expectation that they could surpass what she knew.
It felt as though she had some spiritual connection with this male, and such thoughts made her gut churn. Love was reserved for higher beings, not lowly sentients.
The feeling made her dream and despair at once as she gazed at him, waiting for his decision. As the seconds passed, his rage faded. His desire waned. In his eyes she saw cold calculation. She recognized the look, having worn it often enough herself. He was thinking about how to use her to obtain his revenge. Perhaps it was time to show him there were other things he could be thinking about.
"Will you permit me to feed?" she asked, folding her wings as she sat back up and put her hands on her knees, facing him. Her extra height put her head at his chest, but it didn't matter. As long as she was looking up as she asked, he would see the subservience. Mauren was a student of body language. It was part of being a wrangler. Right now, it was imperative that he not see her as any kind of threat.
After a long few seconds he nodded, but his expression didn't change. He knew what she was about to do, but the thought obviously didn't fire his imagination.
"I promise no harm will come to you," she said as she reached out and set a hand on his hip. His flesh was smooth, without flaw, and warm to the touch, almost hot. She knew his body temperature was within a degree of her own, but the cool air of the room made the difference. Her hand was large against his skin and were it not for the fact that his hip and ass were tense planes of muscle her fingers could barely dimple, she might have thought him a toy. He watched her like a predator watches prey, and the thought sent a quiet shiver through her as she leaned forward, gently pressing her lips to his stomach while her other hand trailed up his thigh.
He shifted, rebalancing, but didn't otherwise move as she brushed her lips over his flesh. His stomach was hard. Ridges of muscle invited her tongue, and she caressed him with one hand as she held his hip with the other. She'd long ago sanded down her claws to make working with computers and tablets easier, but found herself wishing she'd left a few of them long. It had been a while since she'd felt the desire to tease her lover.
Yet, this male wasn't her lover. He was a meal.
She buried the thought and gave herself to her desire. If she lusted, she would sate that lust. She wondered if this male would be receptive to her desire. He had displayed few indications of empathy and none of sympathy ... not that he'd been given many chances.
She knew her replacement — and perhaps the director — would either be watching this or would see the recording later, but the thought didn't bother her. Let them watch. Let them see her surrender, let them see her easily overcome her preferences. It wouldn't be the only surprise she had for them.
His cock was soft when she reached it. She gently brought a hand in and cupped his sack as her lips drifted with gentle ease over warm, supple flesh. He took a deep, slow breath, and she felt a twitch under her lips as his balls tightened a bit and his shaft began to swell.
Thank FUCK he's not same type. That'd be a disaster, she mused as she gently coiled her tongue around the shaft and lifted it to her mouth, suckling the flesh protecting the tip before taking it gently past her lips. His sack tightened and he swelled further inside her mouth, lengthening in a way that pleased her. It had been a long time since she'd had cause to fellate a male for food, and it was gratifying to know she hadn't lost her touch.
The crown of his shaft pushed past the flesh protecting it. She bathed it with her tongue and was rewarded by a powerfully masculine taste that made her tail flex and writhe with instinctive desire. The flavor was distinct on her palate and she looked up the length of his body as her mouth slid further down his growing length.
Her eyes met his. There was a feral intensity in him now, and as he continued to grow under her care he wrapped a hand around one of her horns.
It had no nerves, but she could feel his grip at the base and shuddered as her desire spiked. She had never before allowed her food to touch her, but wasn't in a position to deny him and the thrill it gave her was as unexpected as it was powerful.
He growled softly in the back of his throat just as she felt his cock, still lengthening, hit the back of hers. His size was more than she bargained for and she backed up a bit, lips dragging his length as her tongue swirled around the shaft, tugging it playfully as his eyes held hers.
She could see both pleasure and danger in them; the mixture was intoxicating. Her fingers swirled around his sack, drifting over the sensitive flesh, teasing it with sensation as she slowly began bobbing, unwilling to look away from him, almost unable to blink. The look in his eyes had her trapped. She felt her tail beginning to drool on her calf as it writhed and coiled around her leg.
He broke eye contact, and she could tell he'd noticed her arousal. His eyes tracked her tail and she spread her wings slowly, then contracted them again, drawing his eyes out, then back to hers as her tongue played around the pleasing shape of his cock. It pressed strongly up now and was very hard, yet the flesh was supple under her lips and tongue, and she began to get a taste of him as his arousal touched her tastebuds. It was precursor. Some livestock came all at once but his species seemed to be one of those that lubricated across both genders.
It wasn't copious, but she felt a luscious tingle follow it down into her belly, beginning to warm her. It wasn't enough to ease her hunger, but that it was enough to awaken her essence meant that his orgasm would probably more than satisfy. Her estimation of his value rose with the realization that he wasn't just strong and physically capable, but spiritually powerful as well. She wondered for the nth time just where Director Lane had found this creature. It was as though he'd been tailored to satisfy her cravings.
He growled and took her other horn in hand. Her eyes widened as he began moving her head as he willed. He was deliberate, slow, but not to be denied and the realization that she couldn't pull away even if she wanted to made her wings shiver with nervous tension.
Her hand on his hip tightened in a vain effort to pull away, but though she pushed, it made no difference.
Then he surprised her as he said, "Tap twice if you feel pain."
She dreaded what would happen next even as she continued to bathe his length with heat and the supple embrace of tongue and lips, but though she could feel his grip as his hands flexed, he didn't shove or jerk her head. He simply held her, and as the seconds passed she grew bolder in her play as she tasted more of his flavor and her hunger began to rise.
He let out a shuddering breath as he said, "I won't last. It's been ... a long time."
"Mmmmh."
Words were unnecessary, and even had he said nothing she'd have known. She could feel the throbbing heartbeat in his cock as she plied it with lingual attention, suckling tenderly. As sensitive as he seemed to be, going hard might actually delay him and she wanted her meal. The crown of his shaft seemed particularly sensitive and she bathed it, eyes rolling back up to his as she pleaded with her gaze for his essence.
It wasn't long after that he gave it to her.
She felt his emission swell the underside of his shaft before it shot into her mouth. Jets of liquid heat that she swallowed greedily, though her suckling remained tender. That heat swelled within her, its energy spreading through her like a rolling wave that coursed through every vein and artery. Her eyes rolled back and shut as the feeling made her groan around his pulsing length. The essence was so powerful she couldn't even taste the seed from which it came. It was like nothing she'd ever had before. Her tail flexed and pulsed as a small orgasm followed the wash of essence as it filled her to the brim, overflowing into pleasures that made her shudder and clench.
The strange intensity of the sensation made her lose almost all sense of reality. Almost. Throughout his orgasm and the pleasure it caused her, his grip on her horns kept her grounded. His hands were shivering with tension and the pressure was intense. It added a savor to the experience she'd have been hard pressed to explain.
As the pulsing of his cock faded Mauren sealed her lips against it and swirled her tongue around the shaft as he drew away from her, unwilling to surrender even a trace of essence.
He only released her horns when his cock was past her lips, and his voice was quiet as he said, "You're good at that."
She raised an eyebrow as she said, "Succubi have to be good at sex or we starve. If I watched you chewing that nutrient brick and complimented you on your ability to do so, it would be equivalent."
"It might very well be the only thing you're good at," he said, frowning in annoyance as he gazed steadily at her.
She said, "Ahhh, touched a nerve, did I?"
"Needlessly. Don't bite the hand that feeds you. So far, you haven't given me any truly compelling reason to keep you alive. Being a bitch isn't a good survival strategy."
"If you understand that, why have you been such a difficult case yourself?" she asked.
"Living and dying don't matter to me, especially now that I know what you want me for."
"What's so hateful about your position?" she asked, genuinely curious.
He didn't answer, breaking eye contact instead as he moved to the bed and sat down. His hands roamed the cover, then he twisted his hips and laid down, folding his hands behind his head rather than using a pillow. He stared at the ceiling, leaving her wondering if she should press or not.
Her appetite was satisfied, and that by itself was somewhat extraordinary. Succubi could satisfy one another with a single orgasm, but sentients typically needed two or three shots to be filling. It wasn't a matter of his having not had sex recently either. The essence conferred by orgasm wasn't tied to physical volume.
He was just unusually potent.
She pressed back to her feet and stepped to the edge of the bed, looking down at him with a speculative expression. Her nearness didn't seem to rouse his interest, though she knew he could see her.
Mauren felt she had to engage his interest, provide value. Given how satisfying a meal he was, she knew there would be immense pressure to acquire more gene seeds from his race despite how ludicrously physically dangerous they were. Ideally, they could acquire seeds that didn't come with memory, but that was a distant problem and not one for Mauren. Her concerns were more immediate. If he tired of her, he really could simply snap her neck and be done. There would be no repercussions for him beyond losing her company, and they both knew it.
Though she had no intention of admitting it, he'd given her good advice. She shouldn't be biting the hand that feeds. Ingratiating herself to a sentient struck her as humiliating, but she had already been stripped of her possessions and thrown away. If debasing herself was what it took to survive and prosper, then that's what Mauren would do.
Besides, she now had confirmation of his empathy. How strong it was remained to be seen, but it shouldn't be too difficult to build a bond with him so long as she was patient.
She asked, "You had a name, did you not? What was it?"