Lucien invited the young woman in. Her ex-husband to be had signed the contract already and her family had signed their own. They were just glad to get rid of an unwed mother. She was dressed as finely as they could manage, in a red dress decorated with cheap gold costume jewelry. Her blonde hair had been curled and someone had put enough makeup on her that he thought it might qualify as paint. She sat in the chair across from his desk with her hands folded in her lap. Her toes wiggled inside of shiny gold open toe high heels. Lucien sat behind his desk. “Now in all this no one has thought to give me your name. What are you called?”
“Kiesha.” She shifted in the chair. “Are you going to eat me?”
“No, absolutely not.” Lucien flipped the pages of the contracts to see that they were in order. “At least not in that way.”
She didn’t laugh. Lucien looked up from the pages. Her eyes were wide and she had gone paler than she had been when she came in. Normally humans found that amusing. “Do you know what an incubus is Kiesha?”
“It’s a demon. They sneak in at night and penetrate you until you die.” She shivered and rubbed her bare shoulders. Lucien chuckled.
“We’ve updated considerably since the middle ages.” Lucien finished checking the contracts and set them in a small box on the desk for filing. “I admit I’m going to… penetrate you, but I can assure you that you will not die.”
“You’re a monster?” Kiesha seemed for a moment like she would bolt from the room. For a split second Lucien felt his more predatory instincts kick in, tracking every tiny movement of the prey. She stayed still. Tears began to drop, sliding down her cheeks leaving tracks of mascara behind.
“Don’t worry. Everything will be fine.” He kept makeup remover and cotton swabs in a desk drawer for these occasions. It happened more often than he had ever expected. A little bit of tissue to dry her eyes, a little dollop of makeup remover, and a little reassurance was all it took to put her back in order. “This is to satisfy a contract. Your family sold you to me and this was the price I asked. That said it doesn’t mean you have to suffer. If you’ll allow it I can make things quite enjoyable.”
“What do you mean?” She glanced around the room and hugged her stomach. Perhaps she was worried about the offspring.
“I have a way of removing inhibitions.” Lucien knelt in front of her. Perhaps he would seem less imposing this way. She seemed to be considering. He waited.
“Okay.” She took a steadying breath. “Is this a look into my eyes kind of thing?”
“No, that’s certain types of vampires.” Lucien relaxed the magical bindings on his power. The effect was immediate. Kiesha was no longer nervous, no longer shifting uncomfortably. Lucien took her hand and stood, pulling her up with him.
“I feel funny.” She pushed her body against him. He wrapped his arm around her.
“That’s the power working. Try to relax and let it happen.” Lucien unzipped the back of her dress. It fell away in one fluid motion. She stepped out and kicked it aside. Her bra was sheer and lacy, and the panties she was wearing matched. Lucien licked his lips. She pressed her hips against his leg rubbing gently. “That’s right, just like that.”
“Feels good.” She wrapped her arms around him, trying to push her body closer. Lucien tilted her head and kissed his way down her neck to her soft breasts, fluttering his lips over the lace of her bra. He slid down to her hips, along her leg. He unbuckled her heels, lifting each foot carefully out and kissed his way back up. She moaned and rubbed against him.
He slipped a hand between her legs. Her panties were already damp so he pushed them aside with deft fingers to stroke her most sensitive parts. Her breath caught and her hands knotted themselves into his hair. “Would you please unfasten your bra and remove it?”
She complied, dropping it onto the floor with her dress. He kissed her breasts each in turn, stopping to suckle gently at the nipples. He flicked his tongue and pinched lightly with his lips while she whimpered for more. Satisfied with her reaction he leaned in close to her ear to whisper. “That’s it, just relax. Let me lay you down.”
“Please… oh please…” She lay back on the plush fainting couch. Lucien took her lacy little panties away. She was soaking wet and ready. He spread her legs and he moved between them, lapping softly at her. She tasted of salt and sweetness. He teased around the edges to make sure she was ready.
He unfastened his pants and shuffled out what to her looked like a beautiful human cock. Her face was flush with colour and as he slid into her she cried out. He thrust slowly, undulating against her soft hips. Her fingers dug into the fabric of his suit. Her body convulsed and her arms flew out as though she was being crucified. She could barely breath and still he kept on. Liquid spilled out of her, running onto Lucien’s pants and the couch beneath.
He forced himself into her, deeply as he could without hurting her. Her body shook with every movement and he swallowed up all the desire and sensation that he could. Her body was tight, paralyzed with pleasure. He ejaculated inside her. Her body twitched and was still. He waited a moment and pulled away.
“Still alive?” He joked as he pulled a towel from the closet. She was breathing hard.
“Uh… uh… yeah.” Her eyes were closed. He cleaned her gently and handed her a robe to wear.
“I’ll have your things cleaned.” He began reeling in his power. “You should know now so it doesn’t surprise you later. I’ve made the child you were carrying my own.”
“Oh.” She looked at her stomach, then back at Lucien. “Will it eat me?”
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