Needs must as the devil drives.
Samuel Driver was a thug, a thief, and a career criminal—until the moment he got himself killed. His violent escapades guaranteed him a place in Hell, but his fighting spirit earned him a reprieve, and a chance to walk the Earth once again.
Contracted to become a male Succubus—a reaper of human life forces—Sam discovers a hidden talent for seducing men. He becomes so proficient, his demonic caseworker singles him out for a series of special tasks, which promise to improve the conditions of Sam’s demonic contract.
But when Sam’s shapeshifting abilities are compromised, he faces difficult choices in his career as a Succubus, and in his love life. Trapped in a single form, how can he continue his stealthy pursuit of human life force, and how can he hold onto the man he loves when his face has become that of a stranger’s?
Reader Beware: This story will plunge you into the world of gay orgies as orchestrated by those who would profit from the pleasure of others. Could be fun.
PUBLISHER NOTE: M/M PARANORMAL ROMANCE. 26,000 words.
I stumbled on the soft sand as I headed back to the path, wiping my lower lip with a thumb. Duke’s cum tingled on my tongue, and his stolen life-force sent pulses of warmth into every corner of my body.
I’d done the decent thing and pulled his minimal clothing back into place before I left him to sleep off his post-orgasmic stupor, feeling only a small measure of guilt about what I’d done. A familiar shiver rippled through my body and my muscles swelled, stretching the shirt I’d chosen to wear.
After our encounter, I’d left the T-shirt off, hoping my bare chest would attract some attention. I rolled my hips as I walked, trying to shift Duke’s substantial cock into a more comfortable position. The swelling refused to go down, and I wondered if he spent most of his waking hours with a semi.
“Duke?” a man called. “Did you change your mind about my party?”
I turned to face the Spanish man. His tanned skin emphasized his white teeth. A white shirt, open to the waist, topped smart black pants.
“Let me see your beautiful cock again, Duke.”
I glanced around. “Somebody will see.”
“Come back to the rocks with me. You will be safe.”
“Okay, okay.” I followed the Spaniard across the sand to the outcrop and watched as he picked his way carefully over the slippery rocks. He headed into a narrow gap between two tall rocks and disappeared. When I followed, I found him waiting in what was essentially a cave with an open roof.
“Let me suck your beautiful cock.” My new lover walked over and took my cock in both hands, grinning at me from an inch away, but he didn’t attempt to kiss me.
Maybe he’s not the kissing type. His hands squeezed my shaft, stroked the head, and cupped my balls, stirring me into an aching erection. Only then did he sink to his knees—avoiding the small pools of water—and take me into his mouth.
I groaned with happiness as he sucked inch after inch past his lips, stroking the underside with his tongue, until his nose pressed against my pubic hair; my cock-head was squeezed by the pressure of his throat.
I ran my fingers through his spiky hair, encouraging him to bob his head. He sucked me greedily, massaging my balls in the palm of one hand. Each thrust of his head was accompanied by a grunt from him and a groan from me as my cock hit the back of his throat.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to come in your mouth.”
“Mmm . . .” He didn’t seem troubled by the idea, so I let him have it, thrusting my hips forward and squirting my cum down his throat. He tried to pull back, but I held his head in place until I’d finished, by which time he’d swallowed it all.
“Now you jerk me off again,” he insisted. My hand was seized and placed on the front of his pants, where his stiff shaft lurked.
“You’re horny today.”
“So very horny, yes. Your body makes me crazy. It will make my friends crazy too.”
“Okay, I’ll come to your party.”
“But your flight?”
“I’ll book a later flight, okay?”
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