Chapter 2
Chapter
Two
MERRI
I t was hard to believe that only a handful of hours ago, Auntie Lilith broke me out of an asylum. Was I relieved? Yes, absolutely.
Blackwood Asylum wasn’t supposed to be my permanent home like it had been for so many others. Lilith had sent me there on a fact-finding mission under the very true guise of me being an out-of-control succubus. It had been touch and go for a while when we realized the wards at the asylum prevented any resident from leaving for longer than a few hours. Thankfully, that hadn’t ended up being an issue since some sort of ancient ritual broke through the wards that were locking us in there. I’m not sure what my aunt would have done otherwise.
A shudder worked its way down my spine at the thought of an eternity spent behind those stone walls. Shaking the cloak of unease off my shoulders, I continued unpacking my suitcase, desperate to settle back into what had become my normal life. I was where I belonged, here in the secret wing at Iniquity , where no one could be hurt by my ravenous appetite, but I could still live in relative peace.
This was a lonely existence: my bedroom, a few hallways, a very luxurious bathroom, a stocked kitchenette, and a little sitting room/library. It was almost like an apartment—until I remembered the literal sex dungeon a few floors above. That had been an eye-opening experience for a young succubus, let me tell you. I’d fed until I was something akin to drugged, and everyone in the dungeon was on the floor unconscious. To say Auntie Lilith had been displeased was an understatement.
In my defense, it wasn’t my fault. I’d been sent back to Lilith specifically because I couldn’t seem to get a handle on my power. I hadn’t even known what I was until she put a name to it. Imagine my surprise when I finally decided to give Jimmy Harris my virginity and he dropped dead on top of me. I thought the poor boy had a heart attack, but no. It had been my newly awakened succubus draining him dry.
RIP Jimmy.
My foster parents hadn’t wanted anything to do with me from that moment on. I couldn’t really blame them. I’m sure it was terrifying, not knowing if I was going to murder them in their sleep. It wasn’t until later, when I was safely tucked away at Iniquity, that Lilith explained to me what I was. And that my birth mother had dropped me off on her doorstep when I’d only been days old. Not wanting anything to do with raising an infant, Lilith had placed me with a human family, thinking that would be the end of it.
And maybe it would have been if Jimmy kept it in his pants.
Realizing exactly what happened, Lilith swept back into my life and took me under her wing. A child may not have been her cup of tea, but a budding succubus. That she could handle.
Looking back now, it all makes sense—how every time we made out I felt so good, but he was exhausted after. And that one time, when we’d dry humped on the couch and he came in his pants, then got a nosebleed and had to go home. It was me. I was the problem.
I’d never touched another partner again.
Which brings me back here. In my room, safely hidden from anyone I might accidentally harm. You’d think a girl would have learned how to control herself by now, but you’d be wrong. My power lashed out at the most inconvenient times. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is? To be reading a sexy book and realize you made the entire subway car burst out into an orgy? Or daydreaming about your tutor only to realize she’d slumped into a drooling mess on the floor while you’d been twirling your hair around your finger?
Messy. That’s what it was. Not to mention dangerous.
Consent was what separated us from other demons. Lilith had taught me that on my first day with her. But I still needed to feed in order to survive. That meant we needed to find a workaround since I couldn’t be trusted not to murder everyone in Iniquity with my insatiable appetite.
Enter camming.
It was the answer to my prayers, really. A way for me to feed on the lust and sexual energy of consenting individuals without fear of them suffering any of the side effects. There was something incredibly freeing about the process. Knowing that I could give in to that part of myself without worrying that someone else would suffer for it. Camming was the only time I felt in control of my life and my body.
It also gave me a steady income stream and a way to pay Lilith back for some of what she gave me. I wasn’t helpless or a freeloader. I needed to be able to stand on my own two feet, even if that was within the confines of her domain.
A wave of dizziness hit me, causing me to reach out and steady myself on the dresser.
“Well, you’re not going to be standing on your own two feet if you don’t freaking feed yourself, Meredith Anne Devereaux,” I muttered to myself.
Pulling my laptop free of its travel case, I plugged it in and powered it on. The second I logged on to TwoLips—my preferred camming site—an electronic chime sounded, notifying me of an incoming message.
“Keep your pants on. I just got here.”
The message wasn’t one of my regulars, though. It was from Andi, my bestie, fellow cam girl, and sole connection to the outside world. I clicked on the picture of her with two blonde pigtails and a schoolgirl outfit, laughing as I always did at her chosen pseudonym.
PrettyPenny:
Where have you been?!?!?!
Merri-go-round:
Did you run out of exclamation points?
PrettyPenny:
No.
PrettyPenny:
!
PrettyPenny:
!
PrettyPenny:
!
PrettyPenny:
I could do this all day.
Merri-go-round:
Okay, okay. Point taken. Stop blowing up my DMs. I was on a vacation.
PrettyPenny:
And you didn’t tell me? I thought you were dead.
Merri-go-round:
So dramatic. I didn’t have cell reception, and it just kind of happened.
PrettyPenny:
Oh, so when you say vacation, you mean vacation. I hope it paid well.
Merri-go-round:
It wasn’t a job.
PrettyPenny:
Sure. Sure. That’s what I would say too.
It had been a while since I used this room for camming, so I took my time setting up my ring light and adjusting my webcam for the perfect shot. Just enough cleavage, the ideal frame for my face, and of course, the goods. The goods being right between my legs.
PrettyPenny:
Getting back to work now?
Merri-go-round:
Exactly. Gotta eat.
I chuckled at my little joke. Andi didn’t know I was a succubus and meant that literally. For as close as we were, that secret would never be one I’d share. Andi was human and didn’t know about the supernatural world. And just like Fight Club, the first rule of the supernatural world is we didn’t talk about it with outsiders.
PrettyPenny:
Get it, girl! Wear that little pink number. You know the johns love that sweet, innocent look.
Merri-go-round:
Babe. You’ve seen me. This body does not say innocent.
PrettyPenny:
True. It sort of screams fuck me and pay me for the privilege.
Merri-go-round:
Guess I’m in the right line of work, then.
PrettyPenny:
One-hundo.
My head swam again, this time accompanied by a cold sweat on my lower back. It was showtime. I didn’t have a choice. If I didn’t feed soon, my body would force the issue, and I’d start sucking the lust out of the club above me. Auntie Lilith wouldn’t like that. Not one bit.
Merri-go-round:
GTG. Time to go live. I’ll talk to you after if you’re around.
PrettyPenny:
Knock ’em dead, babes.
Oh, if only she knew that was exactly what I was trying to avoid.
With a shake of my head and a little self-deprecating chuckle, I clicked out of our chat and into my online room: Merri’s Playground. Taking a deep breath, I clicked the green camera icon that would take me live.
In a matter of seconds, my followers started popping in.
“Hi there!” I said in my seductive croon. “Did you miss me? I know it’s only been a few days, but I missed all of you so much.”
I was dressed in a robe, a deep purple velvet number that set off my hair, and I toyed with the collar, trailing a finger down the v between my breasts.
“I’m just getting ready for bed. Do you want to help me?”
Immediately, the replies started swarming in, each one punctuated with their monetary gifts.
JohnBoy27: You know it, baby doll.
TheRealMan: Only if I can get in with you.
BigMan69: Take off the robe and sleep naked.
ShyGuy25: Dibs on big spoon!
Bob1212: Show us your tits.
CallMeMommy: You look so beautiful tonight. I love when you take your hair down.
OnMyKnees4U: I missed your sweet voice. I wish I was that robe.
I blew a kiss into the camera. “You are so sweet.”
Pulling the robe open a little more, I gave them a tease of my breasts before closing it again.
“What should I wear to bed tonight?”
I popped a poll in the chat, with pink babydoll and black lace teddy as the only two options. I knew this crowd, though. They’d pick the babydoll. Andi was right; they liked me innocent.
I was no psychologist, but I think it had something to do with being such a notable difference from my extreme hourglass curves. They loved the juxtaposition between something sweet and pure and carnal pleasure. Who was I to judge? To me, they were all basically one giant hamburger.
The money kept rolling in as they reacted to the poll, choosing exactly as I predicted. So, with deliberate slowness, I stood, turning my back to them as I dropped the robe. I had on a minuscule nude thong, but nothing else, and I could hear the notifications blowing up my computer.
Casting a glance over my shoulder, I said, “Oops, how clumsy of me. I dropped my robe.”
The second I bent over, a flood of power swam through my veins. My followers might be predictable, but it just made the job easier. I spent an extra second or two playing with the fabric at my feet, letting them get their fill of my fabric-clad pussy and round ass. Selecting the pink babydoll from the two options I’d laid on my bed, I slipped the garment over my head. Their energy continued to wash over me, rejuvenating every cell and helping me return to my normal self.
I moaned and rolled my head from side to side before turning around to face the camera.
“What do you think?” I asked, striking a couple of cutesy poses before sitting back down and scrolling through some of the comments I’d missed.
At least ten newcomers were lurking, but my regulars were chatty as hell.
EverySteve: Yeah, baby, just like that. Fuck, you make me so hard.
BigMan69: Spread your legs for me. Pull that thong to the side so I can see what I really want.
Bob1212: You’re such a good girl.
JohnBoy27: Touch yourself. Show us how wet you are.
OnMyKnees4U: Fuck. Those nipples were made for my mouth. I’d worship you for hours.
TIs4Tony: I can’t wait to leave my handprint on that ass, beauty.
TheRealMan: If I was there, you’d be the one begging me.
ShyGuy25: I can’t believe you’re real.
CallMeMommy: Me-ow! You have the prettiest kitty.
“Some of you are getting very demanding. You know what to do if you want more. Book a private and I’ll show you what you want to see.” My mouth watered at the thought of how much more energy I received when I was in a private session.
EverySteve:
TIs4Tony: Show me how you’d suck this dick.
“Book me and I will,” I said, winking.
BigMan69: Such a tease. Begging for a spanking.
Bob1212: I want to see you make yourself come.
TheRealMan: At least show us your tits. We’re paying you to be here, give us something.
That sent a flash of anger through me, but I tamped it down, instead leaning forward, hands on my parted thighs and letting them get a good look at my breasts through the sheer material I was wearing.
“That’s all you get in the playground. You want more, you have to book time in the tree house.”
Almost on cue, a notification flashed in the upper right corner of my screen, showing me someone had done just that. I had to fight a smile when I saw the name of the requester.
ShyGuy25. Or as he’d recently asked me to call him, Cole.
“Looks like someone is taking me up on my offer,” I told the others with a flirty wave. “Be back in a while.”
I popped into the private room and waited for the notification that he’d joined. As usual, his portion of the screen remained black. Most of my clients preferred to remain anonymous, but every now and then, one would opt to get on the screen with me. Others liked to join the audio channel so we could directly interact and their hands could be free for... whatever. But for the most part, they liked to keep it text only. That was fine with me. As long as they participated, I got what I needed.
“Hi, Cole. How are you?”
“I’m glad you’re back. The chat was really raunchy today. Are you okay?”
I’d never tell him, but Cole’s voice was beautiful. Smooth and deep, soothing and addictive. I always looked forward to it when he booked time with me.
“Aw, it’s sweet of you to ask. I’m fine. Sort of comes with the territory, but I don’t want to waste our time talking about them. Tell me about your day.”
Usually Cole spent our sessions just wanting to talk. Sometimes we’d get a little R-rated, but he struck me as exactly what his moniker suggested, a shy guy. I got the feeling he didn’t interact with people out in the real world very often. Just like with the rest of my most loyal clients, Cole was interested in what Andi referred to as the “girlfriend experience.” With me he was able to experience the kind of intimacy his real life denied him. And I had zero problem with playing girlfriend/therapist/real-life fantasy. So long as he kept me fed, I’d be anything he wanted.
“I’m fine. I spent most of the day plotting. Had a few deliveries arrive. Worked out, but I don’t know why I care about keeping fit. It’s not like anyone is going to see me.”
“Well, just because you don’t leave your house, that doesn’t mean no one will see you. If you turn on your camera, I’ll be able to look at you right now.”
His husky laugh filled the line. “Tempting, but I’d hate to disappoint you.”
“Cole, you could never disappoint me.”
I knew it sounded like a line, but it was true. I didn’t care one iota what Cole looked like. He’d proven himself to be a sweet soul more than once, and the gentle intimacy of our conversation kept me fed. What more could a starving succubus ask for?
“Maybe another time. I’d much rather focus on you.”
“Okay then, tell me what you want tonight.”
“What book are you reading right now? Tell me about it so I can get a copy and read along. Then after, I want to watch you make yourself feel good.”
This was one of the things I enjoyed most about my time with Cole. He somehow made our transaction feel like a date. He made me feel respected, even when telling me he wanted to watch me get myself off. What a gentleman.
I lay across the bed, my body facing the camera. “Well, the book I just started is a historical romance about a wild viscount who has to hang up his rakish ways and settle down in a marriage of convenience.”
“Mmm, and does she end up taming him?”
Giggling, I nodded. “Over and over.”
“Show me how she did it,” he whispered, his voice wrapping me in a sensual haze.
The high I got from his pleasure was nearly better than what I’d feel from my own. Closing my eyes, I rolled onto my back and pressed my ass into the bed. This move was a favorite. It arched my spine and popped my tits up so they could see them before my hand began moving toward the juncture of my thighs.
“Fucking beautiful,” he said on a sigh.
“Will you touch yourself too?” I asked.
“No. This is all you, Merri.”
I pouted a little, not actually faking my disappointment. I’d get way more out of this exchange if he participated. Lust was great, but nothing filled me up quite like a partner’s climax.
My fingers were nearly to the waistband of my thong, my nipples hard, pussy wet from the sound of Cole’s voice.
“Tell me what to do, C?—”
The door burst open and the lights went out, casting the room in near-perfect darkness.
“Grab her,” a gruff British voice snapped.
“Wha—” Strong hands hauled me off the bed before I could get the word out.
Something soft and sweetly scented covered my mouth and nose, making me instantly woozy. My eyes closed, and sleep began to overtake me, but not before warm lips at my ear whispered, “Sorry, Red. You’re coming with us.”