might be tasked with the care and feeding of Fallen Angels. I might be tasked with a stack of four-five-nine reports for every sentient being I accidently managed to kill, but this elven shit was a priority as was finding Uriel.
And when it came to elves, Leethu was the only one I trusted who truly knew what the fuck was going on. And she was late to our meeting. And I was about to eat the second egg salad sandwich I’d intended to give to her.
I was just reaching for the second bundle of yummy goodness when she appeared, gliding across the rocky terrain like she floated inches from the ground. Her long black hair streamed behind her in the breeze, heart-shaped face tilted upward, almond-shaped, black eyes reflecting glints from the sun. She turned those gorgeous eyes toward me, full lips curving upward in a motion that emphasized their bow-shape. Bow. Because a smile like that was an arrow to the heart.
My foster-sister was a succubus, and every motion of her perfect body was calculated to seduce. Unlike other demons, succubi and incubi gained power through sexual contact—and such sexual contact created a bond that continued to feed them long after they’d moved on to other prey. Leethu, like other sex demons, preferred human victims, but demons were still worthy of effort. The tie wasn’t as strong, and the energy we supplied wasn’t as rich, but we were a notch on the bedpost nonetheless.
“Hungry?” I asked, hoping her answer was no. These sandwiches were damned good. I was regretting I’d only paid the dwarf for two. And regretting that I’d intended the second one for Leethu instead of hogging both for myself.
“Ooo, egg salad! Dwarven bread too. You always had the dwarven friends, NiNi. They don’t like me and I can never manage to purchase things like these sandwiches from them.”
Leethu pouted, which made me want to fall into the softness of her embrace even more. I’d wanted her since I was a little imp in our dwarven foster home, and centuries had done nothing to dull that desire. What the centuries had done was give me a healthy sense of caution when it came to sex demons. I’d run headlong into an inferno, piss off an ancient angel, back talk a powerful demon, but I wasn’t about to give in to the siren-song of a succubus. I might be a reckless imp, an Angel of Chaos, but I still had my limits.
It seems dwarves had them too. “Here. Although I shouldn’t give it to you. What the fuck is up with you keeping Dar’s kid a secret from me? If she hadn’t tried to launch herself out of a laundry basket, I still would be in the dark.” I handed her a sandwich and watched as she began to nibble it, somehow managing to make gluttony look sexy.
“He made me promise,” she told me in between bites. “I’m supposed to be finding him and Asta a dwarf to help with childcare, but none of them want to leave Hel. Plus every time I get a lead on one, I get summoned.”
I blinked in surprise. “More than once?” Sex demons were favorites for humans to summon, but it was usually a one-time occurrence. No one liked being a sex slave on auto-dial, and sex demons liked it even less. They granted their summoner’s wish, giving them the ride of their life. Then they either killed them or engineered some way to ensure there would not be a repeat occurrence. I once came across a man who’d been institutionalized, drooling and babbling mindlessly as he masturbated nonstop throughout the day. They had to sedate him or he wouldn’t sleep. Steep price to pay for one night of mind-blowing pleasure.
Leethu sighed. “Sadly yes. He’s tricky, and I can’t get him to have sex with me. Third time’s a charm they say, though. The next time it happens I vow his brains will paint the pavement.”
Pretty harsh words for a succubus. Leethu must be at the end of her rope to threaten something so vulgar and messy. I nodded in sympathy.
“I hate to add one more thing to your list, but I need you to do something
And when it came to elves, Leethu was the only one I trusted who truly knew what the fuck was going on. And she was late to our meeting. And I was about to eat the second egg salad sandwich I’d intended to give to her.
I was just reaching for the second bundle of yummy goodness when she appeared, gliding across the rocky terrain like she floated inches from the ground. Her long black hair streamed behind her in the breeze, heart-shaped face tilted upward, almond-shaped, black eyes reflecting glints from the sun. She turned those gorgeous eyes toward me, full lips curving upward in a motion that emphasized their bow-shape. Bow. Because a smile like that was an arrow to the heart.
My foster-sister was a succubus, and every motion of her perfect body was calculated to seduce. Unlike other demons, succubi and incubi gained power through sexual contact—and such sexual contact created a bond that continued to feed them long after they’d moved on to other prey. Leethu, like other sex demons, preferred human victims, but demons were still worthy of effort. The tie wasn’t as strong, and the energy we supplied wasn’t as rich, but we were a notch on the bedpost nonetheless.
“Hungry?” I asked, hoping her answer was no. These sandwiches were damned good. I was regretting I’d only paid the dwarf for two. And regretting that I’d intended the second one for Leethu instead of hogging both for myself.
“Ooo, egg salad! Dwarven bread too. You always had the dwarven friends, NiNi. They don’t like me and I can never manage to purchase things like these sandwiches from them.”
Leethu pouted, which made me want to fall into the softness of her embrace even more. I’d wanted her since I was a little imp in our dwarven foster home, and centuries had done nothing to dull that desire. What the centuries had done was give me a healthy sense of caution when it came to sex demons. I’d run headlong into an inferno, piss off an ancient angel, back talk a powerful demon, but I wasn’t about to give in to the siren-song of a succubus. I might be a reckless imp, an Angel of Chaos, but I still had my limits.
It seems dwarves had them too. “Here. Although I shouldn’t give it to you. What the fuck is up with you keeping Dar’s kid a secret from me? If she hadn’t tried to launch herself out of a laundry basket, I still would be in the dark.” I handed her a sandwich and watched as she began to nibble it, somehow managing to make gluttony look sexy.
“He made me promise,” she told me in between bites. “I’m supposed to be finding him and Asta a dwarf to help with childcare, but none of them want to leave Hel. Plus every time I get a lead on one, I get summoned.”
I blinked in surprise. “More than once?” Sex demons were favorites for humans to summon, but it was usually a one-time occurrence. No one liked being a sex slave on auto-dial, and sex demons liked it even less. They granted their summoner’s wish, giving them the ride of their life. Then they either killed them or engineered some way to ensure there would not be a repeat occurrence. I once came across a man who’d been institutionalized, drooling and babbling mindlessly as he masturbated nonstop throughout the day. They had to sedate him or he wouldn’t sleep. Steep price to pay for one night of mind-blowing pleasure.
Leethu sighed. “Sadly yes. He’s tricky, and I can’t get him to have sex with me. Third time’s a charm they say, though. The next time it happens I vow his brains will paint the pavement.”
Pretty harsh words for a succubus. Leethu must be at the end of her rope to threaten something so vulgar and messy. I nodded in sympathy.
“I hate to add one more thing to your list, but I need you to do something
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