Borrowed Succubus Page 2

  “Fall to your knees, Demon!” the man screeched.

  A flicker of something hit Tim, his knees started to buckle, but he held on. Fuck if he was going to obey this idiot.

  Shaking off the remnants of the command—and just how the man did that was beyond Tim’s comprehension—Tim stood straighter.

  “I don’t think so,” he said in his best British accent.

  Maybe the other guy wasn’t the only geek in the basement.

  The fat man who Tim thought was in his 20s, stumble backward clenching at his chest.

  “Wha-what? You have to obey me?’

  “Oh, hell no. I’m not fucking you!” A man? Bad enough Tim appeared to be stuck in some weird basement; there was no way he was fucking another man. Just no. At least not without dinner first.

  “You can’t refuse,” the man stepped back further and flicked on the lights.

  Which did nothing for the décor of the basement or the man for that matter. The old, bare, incandescent lights drowned out the candles, but still only provided a minimum of illumination. The basement was simply too dank for light to help.

  “I can. I’m an American, and I have rights. You can’t hold me against my will.”

  The man’s jaw flapped down like a fish out of water. “You’re American? That doesn’t even make sense! You’re a demon.”

  “Hardly. Now, where am I?”

  “Uh, Seattle.”

  Well, that wasn’t good. Tim lived in Maryland. How could he have gotten across the country in a blink of an eye?

  Or had he?

  Maybe he’d hit his head, and this was all a hallucination. Hell, a hallucination would explain why Sirena had been so eager to fuck him.

  Good confidence there, Tim boy.

  Tim sighed and shook his head. He was an idiot. Even if this wasn’t a hallucination and somehow, he was across the country, literally nothing held him in place. The man hadn’t tied him up or anything.

  Tim took a step forward, the man squealed and fell back on his ass. Shaking his head, Tim walked towards him and slammed into a wall.

  An invisible wall.

  Right where the circle ran beneath his feet.

  Tim glanced down. When did I get tan feet?

  The other man scrambled to his feet, a look of triumph replacing the terror that had been pasted on his face just moments before. “I knew it! You are mine! The book warned me that you would be tricky, but you almost had me.”

  Tim ignored him. He explored the limits of his cage. Invisible, but solid.

  No. Not solid. There was give. Tim pushed harder. The barrier felt like cobwebs, thick, but they couldn’t hold him long. The webs tore at his pressure as Tim stepped past the circle.

  “Oh shit,” the fat man said, falling to his knees. Sobbing, he held out his hands. “I am so sorry, please forgive me.”

  “How do I get back?”

  “Back?”

  “To Rockville.”

  “Rockville, that’s… hell?” the man asked.

  “Well, it’s not perfect, but I’d hardly call it hell.”

  Tim frowned. What was wrong with this guy?

  The man peeked at Tim from outstretched hands. Whatever he saw didn’t calm him much. Trembling, he squirmed backward. “I’m sorry I summoned you succubus.”

  Succubus? That was the second time the man had called him that. Wasn’t a succubus a female demon.

  Tim paused. A female demon.

  Like Sirena had dressed as.

  A woman with red skin, wings, and horns.

  No.

  There was no such thing as demons.

  No way.

  Summoning wasn’t possible. This was ludicrous.

  But…

  Tim considered. Something had been off about his body. The tan skin, the way he’d stood, even his reaction to the commands of this idiot. And.

  His voice. Tim’s voice was deep, usually. He’d been ignoring it since arriving in Seatle—if he believed the strange man—but it was higher than normal. Much higher.

  Say, as high as Sirena.

  Shit.

  “Uh, mistress?”

  Tim looked down at the groveling man.

  “Mistress? Do I look like a woman to you?” Tim asked. This guy was starting to piss him off.

  A trembling hand pointed to the side.

  Tim glanced.

  Did a double-take.

  Frowned.

  The woman in the mirror frowned.

  If the woman he’d started to fuck at the party had lost the wings, the horns, and had tanned skin instead of red, she’d look like the woman staring at Tim in the mirror.

  Tim.

  The woman in the mirror was him.

  Oh shit.

  Hunger

  I’m a woman. A hot woman to be sure, but still a woman. How could Tim have become a woman? That boggled the mind almost more than being across the country. The man on the floor could be lying about where they were. A knock to the head and Tim could have transported into any number of basements in the houses nearby.

  He took a step towards the mirror, holding out his hand. The woman in the mirror did the same. There was no question she was him, or he was her.

  How?

  Motion attracted his attention in the mirror. The man was slinking away, towards stairs.

  “Oh no you don’t,” Tim said. He held the man by the scruff of the neck, the only way he wanted to touch him.

  Hunger exploded inside Tim.

  Hunger like he’d never experienced.

  The ache wasn’t in his stomach.

  The pit was lower.

  Inside, something like a fist closed, clenched. It felt amazing. So good. Tim closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling.

  The man he held whimpered.

  Succubus.

  A demon that fed on sex.

  Tim opened his eyes. Feasted on the man, even fat and not that attractive, Tim now understood the red lines. Power. Sex or life energy. All Tim had to do was fuck this man, and the power would be his.

  He licked his lips.

  “No,” the man whispered.

  Tim let go, stepping back. Almost as if he’d been forced. Compelled.

  Of course. If sex demons could go around just having sex, that would hardly be fair. Tim had to seduce his prey.

  He smiled, a smile he knew would look like the one that had so attracted him not that long ago. One that would send shivers down this man’s body with promises of pleasures to come. Tim licked his lips, wetting them, offering the man a glimpse of what he was turning down.

  Being naked might make it easier, but Tim wasn’t sure. There was something about clothing, the removing, and the covering that added to sexuality.

  Later, Tim had to work with what he had, which meant he worked naked. On a guy who had summoned him specifically for sex. If even Tim couldn’t turn that to his advantage than he didn’t deserve a meal.

  “Are you sure?” Tim asked, a purr in his voice that had to be instinct.

  The man groaned. “Please?” he whimpered.

  “Please what?” Tim took a step towards him, the compulsion from earlier gone. Visions hammered his mind. Of devouring the man. Sucking him dry.

  Heat warmed Tim’s body like nothing he’d felt before. He felt powerful or like he should be powerful if only this man would agree to the seduction.

  Fingers slipped upward across Tim’s taut stomach, up further to brush the heavy breasts Tim now possessed. To lift. Offer.

  “You want this,” Tim whispered.

  The man’s jaw went slack. He nodded.

  Tim stepped closer, towering over the kneeling man.

  That must be uncomfortable, the idle thought whispered through Tim’s mind and floated away. He didn’t care how uncomfortable this meal was.

  A finger touched Tim’s ankle; the man looked up. Desperate. Needing. Lust filled.

  The vision strengthened. Tim taking this man. From every angle. Each time, Tim powered up, the man weakened until he was left a husk of himself.

  Tim moaned, a moan echoed by the man.

  Sex was feeding.

  Feeding was sex.

  The same thing, but Tim’s new instincts said the man had to agree, it was his choice. Tim could be sexy as hell—literally—but he couldn’t force the man into anything. Just seduce. Something Tim might know how to do, but the body seemed to. Which was strange.

  Very.

  Strange.

  Tim trembled.

  His thoughts pushed images of his life into his head. His students. His co-workers. His studies.

  He panted. What was he doing?

  Seducing a man? One he wasn’t even attracted to except as a meal?

  Well, he had to eat, right?

  Was it so wrong?

  Tim teetered on the brink. Right and wrong? Maybe.

  Was it wrong to do what his body needed?

  Another vision.

  Sex, but afterward the man wasn’t a husk. Just tired. Tim left him, partially energized, but not draining.

  That was a possibility.

  So hungry.

  That pushed him over the edge. Not into seduction. But flight. He wouldn’t, couldn’t, make the decision while his body told him it was okay. He had to think this through.

  Tim stumbled away, an almost physical tearing feeling causing him to fall into the steps.

  He righted himself and ran up the stairs. Sweatpants and a ratty t-shirt sat on the top step. He put them on, even though even his voluptuous body drowned in them.

  Then he ran into the night.

  Hungry.

  A Plan

  Tim tugged the joggers back into place while pulling the string as tight as he could. How much of my ass did I just show? Heat flushed his cheeks as he walked down the nearly empty sidewalk just blocks from where he had been summoned.

  He had no idea where to go. Seattle was a mystery to him. No phone, no way anyone would believe him even if he could contact someone.

  I’m screwed.

  A part of Tim wanted to go back. To feast from the fat man who’d summoned him. Make him provide shelter and food. That seemed a fair exchange. But Tim remembered being a man. A man who’d loved women—if seldomly—not men. If he was going to fuck a man, it wasn’t going to some perverted demon summoner!

  No, not any man! What was wrong with him?

  A couple of hooded young guys stared at him but jerked away when Tim locked gazes with them. I need to remember that look. He’d glared at a few people on the brightly lit sidewalk with excellent results. Still, it was getting late, he needed to off the streets. If for no other reason than to figure out how to keep his damn pants up. So far, only the ample curve of his hip kept him from flashing everyone. Still, the breeze suggested he’d exposed his butt crack more than once.

  An independent coffee shop flashed “open” in old-fashioned neon.

  Good enough. Tim could slip into the bathroom to pull the drawstring tight enough that he’d not have to worry about suddenly mooning the world.

  A bell chimed as he entered. A quick glance showed only the barista inside. A young woman dressed all in black with heavy makeup, stifling a huge yawn.

  “We’re closing in just a few… minutes.” She trailed off. Shook her head. “Are you okay, sweetie?” A smile flickered across her face.

  “Fine, I just need,” the bathroom, “a snack.” Why did I say that? And how did he say it with such promise in the tone?

  The young woman shuddered, her thick makeup not enough to cover the blush rising in her cheeks.

  Huh. Must be attracted to women.

  The hunger struck. Not as powerful as with the guy, but still reaching out, caressing the woman as if to say, “this one.”

  Can I feed off women? That would simplify things. But first, his pants.

  “Could I use your bathroom?”

  “Uh, you have to buy something.”

  Tim turned out his pockets, giving the woman a pitiful look.

  She sighed. “Over there,” she said, pointing.

  “Thank you,” he said. His voice seemed to add a caress and a promise. An answering shiver went through the woman, noticeable even to Tim.

  While heading for the bathroom, he made sure to brush against her despite plenty of room between tables. The instincts of the body suggesting the maneuver. The woman’s blush deepened, shining through her gothic makeup.

  The mirror in the bathroom barely earned the name, but Tim made do. First, pulling the drawstring on his borrowed pants so tight he was sure it would snap, but somehow it held on while he tied a knot. That should keep his pants up.

  Tim licked his lips; his face was flushed in the mirror despite the dark tan this body wore. How did that work anyway? When he’d seen Sirena last, she’d had a red tone to her skin that nature did not provide. Now, Tim’s new body, which seemed to be Sirena’s but without the demon features, had tanned skin.

  I suppose hell is good for tans. Tim shuddered. Was that where he was destined? If Sirena was a demon, did that mean that heaven and hell were real?

  Tim’s stomach growled. Well, it wasn’t his stomach. Something lower. But it behaved just like a stomach growling. Rumbling and clenching with an instance that food was near. Even with the door closed, Tim could sense, smell the young woman.

  Her musky arousal.

  Closing his eyes, Tim shuddered.

  What’s wrong with me? I’m not eating a person! Nope. No way. The only option was to thank the young lady and flee.

  Flee where?

  He had nowhere to go.

  Winter might not be here, but autumn nights in Seattle were no picnic. Though, was his new body even susceptible to the elements? Did demons get cold?

  A soft knock interrupted his thoughts. “Are-are you okay?”

  “Fine,” Tim purred. Purred? How did he manage that?

  “Oh!” the woman squeaked. The patter of soft shoes followed. She’d fled.

  Tim shook his head. Thank her and run.

  He paused. Looked at the mirror. Licked his lips. Slowly his hand slipped down to grab the bottom of his t-shirt. He pulled it up, twisting it until he tied a knot that exposed his soft belly and a considerable amount of cleavage.

  A hungry smile lit up his face.

  “More coffee?” The woman, whose name turned out to be Tessa, asked.

  “Thank you,” Tim replied.

  Tessa had insisted that Tim sit and have some coffee and a muffin. They’d just be tossed out in the morning anyway.

  The muffin did nothing for Tim’s hunger, but sitting across from Tessa drove his desire higher. He could feel lust growing in the woman.

  I’m starving and staring at a buffet.

  “Uh, I can’t help but notice your, um, clothes.”

  Tim glanced down into his own cleavage and back up to Tessa. “What about them?”

  “They, well, um, don’t appear to fit you.”

  Tim considered. There were many stories he could spin. Such as a fight with a boyfriend where Tim had to flee so fast he couldn’t even grab his underwear. He suspected that would have him inside Tessa’s panties in a moment.

  Despite the body urging him down that or a similar path, he didn’t want to do that to Tessa. Or anyone. Tim might inhabit the form of a demon, but he wasn’t—yet—evil.

  He hoped he never would be.

  But… Tessa was goth or seemed to be. How much would she believe of the truth? And Tim needed help. Lots of help. He had no idea what he was going to do or how to get his body back. If he could get his body back.

  A… minion would be nice.

  Yes. A minion and snack.

  Tim sighed. But spilled. “It all started at a Halloween party in Maryland.”

  “Oh wow. Wow! You’re a demon. A succubus!” Tessa gushed.

  “That doesn’t bother you?”

  Tessa cocked her head. “It should, I suppose, but no. It’s too cool. Plus, I’m a good judge of character. You could have had my panties off with a wiggle of your finger, yet you told the truth instead.”

  Tim’s pussy clenched. Hard. He’d been right. Tessa would have jumped into bed with him. The hunger could already have been taken care of.

  But the part of him that was human just couldn’t do that. Tessa might put on a tough face, but she was a sweetie.

  A sweet, sweetie.

  One who tasted… Tim found himself leaning forward, his boobs threatening to spill out of his makeshift bra.

  What am I doing?

  He jerked back into an upright position, blushing.

  Tessa’s face had flushed further. A trickle of sweat traced down her cheek and under the brown shirt that seemed to be the coffee shop’s uniform.

  “Sorry,” Tim said.

  “Don’t be. You probably can’t help it.”

  He nodded but didn’t agree. The one thing humans had was self-determination. Tim could decide. He didn’t have to give in to his body’s demands. No matter how much he might want to.

  “If you’re in the succubus’s body, does that mean she has yours?” Tessa asked.

  The sudden change of subject caught Tim by surprise.

  “I-I have no idea. That makes sense though.”

  “So, she might still be in your apartment?”

  “Yeah. I suppose.”

  “With your phone.”

  “I guess,” Tim trailed off, suddenly seeing where Tessa was going. “If anyone knows how to get my body back, it’d be her.”

  Tessa smiled and slid a phone across the table. “Call her.”

  Their hands touched. Eyes locked. Tessa turned away, blushing harder. Lust rolled off her like waves on a stormy beach.

  The willpower it took to keep from devouring Tessa right then and there was immense, but Tim somehow pulled it off.

  “Thanks,” he mumbled. “For the phone.”

  Nodding her head while waving off the thanks, Tessa didn’t meet his eyes. Which might be for the best.