Aaron thought his life as a modern-day Cinder-fella was bad enough under the thumb of his witch-bitch sister. He dreams of the day when he's finally free from her. What he doesn't realize is how much more eager she is to be rid of him, or to what extremes she's willing to go to achieve her aim, along with her dreams of power.
Even so far as sacrificing him to a demon.
However, when that demon turns out to be an incubus - a demon who likes sex and plenty of it - Aaron finds himself wondering if being claimed as a sacrifice is really such a bad thing after all...
“Eryn, please. Let me go, I won’t say anything about this.” Tugging at his restraints only earned Aaron a cold, menacing laugh from Eryn.
“You aren’t getting free, dear brother. To be honest, I only wish I’d done this sooner. I could have been rid of our parents and you long ago. I’ve always been too good for this hick town. We all have.” Eryn waved her arm expansively at the other women around her.
Looking at them more closely, Aaron recognized them as her posse of fakers, as he called them. Women who, like his sister, dyed their hair, caked on the cosmetics, had their teeth capped and artificially whitened, wore false nails, and had boob jobs. None of their glamor went below the surface. Fake and shallow, just like his sister, a pretty façade hiding something unimaginably dark.
“I don’t understand,” Aaron murmured. “What do you mean?”
“I want power. I want wealth. I won’t get either if I continue to waste my life here.” Eryn’s voice turned sly. “But now I can have what I want, and so can my friends. A position of power is almost in my grasp. The irony is, I’ll get what I want thanks to you. Or rather, your sacrifice.”
“What the fuck—?” Aaron struggled frantically to free his arms and legs. “You’re mad.”
Laughing, Eryn drew a knife from inside her robe. “Our Master will tell us how you will be given to him. Maybe a single strike right through your heart?”
The long, black-bladed knife that Eryn held up glinted darkly from the many candles that made up the bulk of the light in the room. Aaron shivered as Eryn traced it down his chest.
“When I sacrifice you to our Master, we’ll get our reward. And as a bonus, I’ll finally be rid of you.”
Eryn laid the knife on Aaron’s chest and she and her friends began to chant.
Aaron yelled and struggled, but no one answered his cries for help, and the women continued on as if he didn’t exist.
He froze as flames shot up to the ceiling at the foot of the bed. A shadow took form in the flames. Something big, monstrous, and inhuman.
“You have called. I have answered.” The demon’s voice was a rich baritone, and silkily seductive.
Adult Excerpt
With an agile leap, the demon jumped onto the bed, crouched over Aaron, and looked down at him. The demon’s eyes were black and fathomless, devoid of any emotion, although his full lips were drawn back in a smile to reveal sharp, white teeth.
With an agile leap, the demon jumped onto the bed, crouched over Aaron, and looked down at him. The demon’s eyes were black and fathomless, devoid of any emotion, although his full lips were drawn back in a smile to reveal sharp, white teeth.
“You…you’re going to—”
The rest of Aaron’s words were cut off as a black, forked, inhuman tongue darted out past the demon’s lips and lay siege to Aaron’s mouth.
Panting as the tongue slowly retracted, Aaron was stunned to realize his dick pressed painfully against his pants. His eyes widened. I don’t fucking believe it. I’m actually getting turned on. By a demon.
“My name is Pyrros, and I promise you that by the time I’ve finished laying claim to my sacrifice, you’ll be begging me for more.”
Part of Aaron knew he should be denying he’d ever beg a demon, but that thought evaporated as a hot hand pressed over his erection and squeezed. Instead he groaned, and his hips lifted into the caress.
“Very nice.” Pyrros’s voice was a sensual purr. “But I think it’s only fair we should both be naked, don’t you?”
Aaron wasn’t given time to argue. Not that he could really do anything to actually stop Pyrros anyway. The demon touched his T-shirt, and flames danced down the material. There was no heat from them. Just a tight tickling sensation, but the material turned to ashes before his eyes.
He whimpered as the demon scratched a long, black nail over one of Aaron’s already taut nipples.
“I think these have to be pierced. I want to pull on them when I fuck you.” Pyrros smirked, running his nails over both nipples before tugging them sharply.
This time Aaron arched his chest up towards Pyrros, and the demon laughed.
“So needy already, hmmm? But there’s so much more to enjoy.” He shuffled back so that he crouched between Aaron’s spread and bound legs. He palmed the bulge at Aaron’s groin and squeezed, then repeated the action.
Aaron writhed as best he could, given he was tied to the bed’s posts. He was going to come. He was sure of it. While his mind still had problems with the idea of sex with a demon, it seemed his body had no such qualms.
