She looked to be about five foot four with perfect curves, and while her breasts weren’t all that large, they were rounded and pert, and seemed larger than they actually were on her small frame. She was wearing a tight black shirt, black jeans, and black boots. What had I gotten myself into now, and where was that asshole that shot me?

  I tried to get up silently, and planned to sneak toward the door. I’d had enough weird shit for today. But as soon as I shifted my body, her head snapped in my direction. When she saw me awake, she smiled warmly and walked over. I couldn’t help but be a little mesmerized, she was stunning, even in a t-shirt. Her voice was pleasant, almost hypnotizing, and her eyes turned red.

  Wait what? Red eyes?

  “Thank the hell fires you’re awake. Come with me, we don’t have much time. I’ll try to explain what you need to know as we go. Hopefully, if we survive, you’ll forgive me.”

  My mind felt a little fogged, I had no intention of following this woman anywhere, no matter how hot she was. I needed to get out of here, yet for some unknown reason, I followed her outside the room, up into the kitchen, and then we took a winding back staircase up to the third floor. We walked into what must have been the master suite, there was a king sized bed, two dressers, a very large wall mirror. All the wood seemed to be a dark red oak, and there were a number of strange objects around the room.

  She led me into the bathroom and said peremptorily, “Strip,” and started to take her own clothes off and she turned on the shower. I had no intention of stripping my clothes off, but that didn’t seem to matter as my body started to do it. To my embarrassment I couldn’t help my reaction either, her nude body was even more pleasing to the eyes than I’d imagined.

  She turned on the water and started to wash the both of us with a manic quickness.

  “Listen carefully and pay attention. I am Lilliana, your servant and guardian. I am bound to serve your family, and have done so for longer than you could imagine, but I don’t have time to explain what I am, or why I serve your family, we have very little time at all so here’s what you need to know right now.

  “Your uncle, whom I served faithfully for centuries, was stupid enough to try and seize power in the city, and rule. The rest of the council squashed him flat, although I think he came close enough to succeeding that they spooked, and I was unable to protect him because he ordered me left behind. You are the last warlock in the Moore line, if you die, I die based on our pact, so trust me when I say all I want to do is keep you alive.”

  Warlock? Pact? I wanted to ignore her, and plot an escape, I didn’t want to listen anymore, but she’d ordered me to pay attention and apparently I had no choice. The strange thing was a part of me believed her, I remembered being shot twice, and almost killed by that amulet, yet I was perfectly fine, great even, except I seemingly had no control over my actions. I was her puppet.

  She continued, “That asshole deceived you. When you picked up the amulet and put it on, you accepted your family’s pact, it freed your bound powers, and connected you to the infernal plane. But right now you’re like a battery without a charge, you need to claim power, and reaffirm the pact by proving you are strong enough to take what you want and survive it. It is a risk, but if you do nothing we will both die shortly.

  “It’s been about forty minutes since I saved you from that asshole mage and snapped his neck, when the mage councilor discovers his death, if she hasn’t already, she will descend on this mansion with enough firepower and magic to kill us both, and destroy your ancestral home. You’re only hope to live is to do exactly as I say. Once you have your power, my compulsion will shatter, and I’ll never be able to control you again, so I really hope you forgive me for forcing you to live. I also suggest you do what I say until you’re caught up, even after then.”

  That sounded insane. Yet it was happening, and I did feel different. I also couldn’t help my reaction down below she showered me, especially when she cleaned my manhood and family jewels. She winked at me.

  “Do you want me to take care of that master? You look uncomfortable.”

  I felt my cock surge and jump in her soft hand at the suggestion, and she smiled wider and dropped to her knees. My first thought was that weren’t we supposed to be in a hurry? Then her hot mouth closed over me and started to work me hard and fast, slathering my length with her warm tongue as I slid between her soft pouty lips, and she took all my nine inches, all the way into her throat.

  I supposed her living longer than I could imagine meant she was very good in bed. I didn’t keep track of time, I was in so much intense pleasure I could barely think, but I can’t imagine it took more than twenty seconds before I felt the familiar boil and surge of pleasure shoot from my balls and overwhelm my body. I reached out and grabbed on to the walls to support myself, as she sucked and milked it all out of me.

  She stood up, seemingly holding me up with ease until I recovered.

  “Maybe this will make you more inclined to forgive me master.” Her voice grew a bit sharp, “You should never ever do what your uncle tried, and never ever leave me behind.”

  Her eyes changed from chocolate brown to red, and I could see her fangs drop down.

  “What are you?” I asked, wondering just how close those long sharp teeth got to my cock.

  She sighed, “Sorry, I’m angry master, but not at you. Just remember leaving without my protection means you put both our lives at risk, not to mention your family’s legacy rests on your every heartbeat. I am bound to your family’s line, and I’m what you would call a vampire. Unfortunately, I don’t have time to tell you how wrong Hollywood is, and explain what that means. Suffice it to say for now, I am not undead. Dry off, and brush your teeth, and we’ll go back downstairs and finish the pact.”

  I stepped out of the shower and grabbed a nearby towel, also red. My uncle was obsessed with the color red. As I dried off Lilliana started speaking again.

  “When we get downstairs, this is what you need to do…”

  Chapter 4

  Karen closed her eyes and took a deep breath as the hot water of the shower soothed her aching muscles. She was still young for a mage, very young, and at twenty-six she didn’t look a day older than nineteen. She’d just got done with a workout, both physical and magical at mage headquarters.

  She was ambitious, and had signed up to work with the council, specifically Clarissa, as soon as she was old enough. That had only been five years ago and she was already promoted out of basic mage security and into an enforcer position a few months back. She was ambitious, and her magic was growing at a prodigious rate, she was sure she’d be more than powerful enough to take over for Clarissa in about fifty years, which was about how much time the old witch had left.

  The problem wasn’t her ability or power, she just had no head for politics, and often thought the whole idea of the backstabbing and backroom deals was foolish. Not to mention her immediate supervisor and the mage enforcer she worked with kept suggesting ways she could get his reports of her to improve, such as getting on her knees, or bending over his desk.

  Oh, never so crudely or even directly put, but the innuendo and expectations he had were quite obvious, and disgusted her. Last time she almost hexed the slimy bastard into next week, which unfortunately would have been the end of her illustrious career in the magical halls of power in Chicago. She couldn’t complain about it either, the idiot’s father was good friends with Clarissa, and on the council itself, and it would just come back on her.

  She swore, “Shit!” when she heard her cellphone ringing in her bedroom.

  She turned off the water and wrapped a towel around her on the run, and picked it up. It was her supervisor of course, and senior partner Brandon. She answered it and said hello.

  Brandon ordered, “We have a job with a time limit, get your ass into the office now. Somehow the last Moore killed Ben, we’re going to hit him in force, and we have the lead of a squad of security mages.”

  She cursed and hung up, and walked into her closet. She slipped on a matching pair of red lingerie, a loose red blouse and a nice pair of dark jeans, and a pair of ankle high black boots. She didn’t understand at all why the entire Moore clan of potential warlocks needed to die because of just one of their actions, but she wasn’t going to question it either.

  Chapter 5

  When I touched the book on the altar for the first time, I felt a welcome that was both warming, and challenging. I opened to the first page as Lilliana had instructed me, and read the pact. I’ll be honest, I was filled with not a little bit of dread when I read my family’s pact was with a demoness named Malina. As close as I could figure out, to finish this I needed to summon her, and then consummate to reinforce the pact and to be able to channel infernal magic, with which I could do… I had no idea yet. Presumably that would be in the rest of this tomb. I hoped she was cute at least, because I was fairly certain consummate meant we needed to fuck.

  If she was all demon like with horns, red skin, and a tail, I wasn’t sure I’d be able to stomach it.

  The dagger caught my eye, and it was beautiful, if one could describe a weapon in that way. It made me want to reach out and touch it, and I did, or at least I tried to.

  “Stop!” shouted Lilliana.

  I looked over at her questioningly as my hand stopped of its own accord.

  She sighed, “Just like I can influence you now, and not after you gain your power, Krystal will similarly have influence over you.”

  I raised an eyebrow, “Krystal?”

  She nodded, “The soul in the dagger, that dagger is sentient, and so much more than it appears at the moment. Just trust me and wait, there is many things you don’t know, not only about yourself and your allies, but about the rest of the magical world and your enemies. Just be patient, at least for now, and do as I say. I don’t think we have much time left, I’m almost positive Clarissa will have known about Ben’s death almost immediately, and will no doubt be gathering a large amount of mages to assault the manor and kill you.”

  I sighed, “Fine, but is this damning my soul? Deals with demons? Infernal power? I never thought of myself as the angelic type, but I’m not sure about an eternity in hell.”

  She shrugged, “Yes, but it’s all in the contract, you will have a favored position, within Malina’s household. I’m sure your uncle is getting it on with a number of lesser succubae right now. No torture, no fires to burn you. Plus, good and evil exist in actions, the infernal is just power, and although a weak mind will be corrupted by it, your family line is strong. Your uncle could be ambitious, and quite ruthless, but he never killed for fun, or destroyed lives simply because he could.”

  “Lesser succubae?”

  She grinned, “Of course, Malina is a greater succubus, its why your family has been so successful. I really think you’ll enjoy the consummating part, and then she’ll be your servant until you die. You really need to start planting your seed too, it’s in the contract, so the family goes on.”

  “Planting my seed?” if it wasn’t for her orders I’d have stopped paying attention a while back.

  She snorted, “Yes, you need descendants. Your uncle usually spelled them to make sure they wouldn’t get an abortion, and then bound the child’s powers so they wouldn’t try to overthrow him, and so they couldn’t be easily found by his enemies. He even went to the point of supporting the mothers with money, and a place to live if necessary.”

  “That sounds… mercenary, and like treating woman like chattel.”

  She frowned, “It’s not like that, they do so of their own free will, for power, fame, or fortune. Sometimes simply to save a relative from a disease or death. It’s all about creating your own pacts, they get something out of it too. Don’t forget I’m one of those women, I will live as long as your family line does, and have power, beauty, and strength. For that all I need to do is protect and serve a line of strong virile men, and it is something I quite enjoy.”

  Oh. I wasn’t sure what to say about it, and this was all a little overwhelming. It felt a little wrong, but I was also turned on by having such a desirable and sexy guard that both had to, and wanted to, warm my bed. That short blowjob had been mind blowing, and the most powerful orgasm I’d ever felt, I couldn’t imagine how good it would be if she had time to draw it out, or how good actual sex would be.

  “What about…”

  She interrupted me with a hiss, “Enough questions, finish the pact and gain your power, some knowledge will be intrinsic, and our house’ protections will automatically be strengthened when you claim your power. Even then we may need to flee until you learn what you’re capable of after, if they attack now, we die. More questions will have to wait.”

  I nodded, not sure what to expect, but I was selfish enough to want to live. I wasn’t ready to die, and that seemed to override any other concerns I had. I stood in front of the circle, which according to the book was simply a gateway, the demoness I summoned would not be held or constrained in any way, she would be here to renew the pact, nothing else.

  I was sure I butchered the pronunciation of the Latin as I read the passage, it had been conveniently translated to English, but needed to be read in Latin, while I concentrated on the results of summoning the demoness Malina, apparently a greater succubus.

  It read, I summon thee Malina, in order to reaffirm the pact.

  It was pathetically short, and it was probably a good thing I didn’t understand Latin, because I would have felt foolish saying it in English. A part of me was still in denial. It wasn’t a true summoning of course, summoning a new demon was incredibly difficult according to the explanation, but my family and this room already had a connection to her of sorts, so it was more of a ritual invitation, than a true summoning.

  I don’t know what I had been expecting exactly. Maybe the smell of sulfur, and a blast of flames, followed by evil laughter and some evil demonic creature taking my soul to hell as I hung from her talons. Okay, so my imagination kind of ran off on that one. The point was, what I got was completely different.

  A soft pulsing white light filled the center of the pentagram. I felt strangely at peace as it grew brighter and brighter, and then suddenly faded giving me my first look at Malina.

  Intense lust and desire filled me. So much so, that it was completely impossible to resist. If it hadn’t been for the fact my muscles seemed frozen, I’d have already been holding her down and thrusting between her legs. At first I was confused, she looked like an angel, not a demon. Then I wondered if she was one of the original fallen, and that was what made her part of the greater category.

  She was stunning, and completely naked. Her golden blonde curly hair reached down to her ass, and she had high cheekbones, below the bluest eyes I’d ever seen. Her face was fresh, without makeup, flawless, and innocent seeming. Her body was another story, she was at least a DD sized cup, and they were impossibly pert and firm, fully rounded, and had no sag at all.

  She had a washboard stomach, and a mouthwatering curvy waist, she was both voluptuous with measurements I’d guess at 38DD-24-36, and flawless porcelain skin. She was a perfect ten, unnaturally so, but the incredible lust I felt was more about the aura of power and raw sexual energy, than anything to do with her perfect form.

  I felt the wave of lust lessen slightly, and I no longer felt the urge to take her no matter what the cost, it was obviously something she could control, she must’ve wanted to make an entrance.

  She said throatily, “I like you, you figured out quickly what I am, most never do.”

  She turned away from me, and her succulent rounded ass moved in a hypnotizing way as she moved toward the altar, and then bent over it, spreading her legs slightly and letting me see her moist perfectly formed mound. My mouth went dry and my cock was straining.

  She turned her head and looked back at me, “Well warlock, come fuck me and claim your power, if you can.”

  It didn’t even occur to me to question that last statement, it seemed I was already half undressed without making the conscious decision to do so, and I was unable to take my eyes off of her glorious body.

  When I was done stripping, I walked up behind her somewhat in control, at least until I got close enough to smell her sex. All of my intentions to show her a good time, which is how I usually dealt with women in bed, went out the window at that scent. I simply lined up my cock to her moist entrance and speared her on all nine inches in one fast hard thrust.

  We gasped as one, me from the silky moist friction, she was so soft, wet, and utterly tight around me. I could feel her core start to undulate, caress, and grip me tightly in waves up and down my cock. It was the most pleasurable and incredible feeling I’d ever had, and even if I didn’t move I didn’t believe I would have lasted that long.

  I started to pump in and out of her sex hard and fast, by the gasps, throaty moans, and the way she gripped the edge of the altar and thrusted hard back against me to meet my body, she seemed to be enjoying it as much as I was. I spanked her hard and gripped her waist, trying to go a little harder, and a little faster. It was incredible, and despite filling Lilliana’s mouth less than twenty minutes ago, there was no way I could make it last.

  Then Malina trembled and screamed in blissful abandon, her hot wet sex tightened around me even further, and seemed to twist, undulate, and do other impossible things that raised the pleasure of my invading cock to a level I couldn’t possibly resist. I felt my balls start to boil.

  “That’s it lover, cum in me, fill my greedy pussy.”