~Sophi’s POV~ Ohhhh, gods. I have never came so hard in my fucking life! I never squirt like that. I didn’t think I even could. But that was the most intense orgasm anyone has given me. If he can fuck like that too, he’s not going anywhere. I might just have to keep him as my personal toy. I could have done without the after shock pains of him ripping out the butt plug like that, but damn if his tongue doesn’t soothe the pain and incite my hormones to raging again. I cannot control the squirming that has taken over me. “Jareth, please fuck me now. I need to feel your dick in me so fucking much.” I’ve never begged someone in my life, but he’s given me little choice. No one has ever given me pleasure with such leisure and reverence before. Usually, my pheromones send them into a frenzy and I’m lucky if they last more than ten minutes. “Just fuck me already!”

She screams her climax as she pulses on my fingers, her own come exploding around them, as I keep pumping my fingers in and out; my tongue still flicking her clit. My face and chest are covered in her juices as I finally stop licking and slow my fingers until eventually pulling them out. As she comes down from her orgasm, I take a quick second to make sure her asshole is okay and not bleeding from ripping out the butt plug like that. I don’t see anything, not even any redness, so I just place a gentle kiss on her puckered asshole, and lick around it to soothe any discomfort she might be feeling She instantly starts squirming again and moaning, and I know that I am in deep shit because there’s no way I’m going to let a woman like her leave my life. Not if she can drive me this insane just from foreplay. On her.

~Sophi’s POV~ Oh. My. Gods. No one has ever done this to me before. Hell, I didn’t think I’d like this as much as I do! I’m so turned on, the nipple clamps feel like someone is pinching and tweaking my nipples at the same time. My asshole feels great with the weight of the butt plug in it. The room isn’t so drafty that I’m cold and my pussy is drying out. And he is an expert at tightening this harness! My tits feel squeezed, but not painfully so, and my arms are surprisingly comfortable enough in this for me to relax into the binding.

~Jareth’s POV~ So, the source of the smell was her. Good to know. She smells absolutely delicious in my arms, and I cannot wait to get her trussed up and bound so I can feast on the scent and her taste with leisure. Not many women get the opportunity to come down here. In fact, I’ve only gotten to use the room a handful of times since building this house. I haven’t been able to find many women I can trust down here, and a lot of them don’t have an interest in things beyond getting handcuffed to a headboard. God, she's soaked against my waist, making my erection harder, and walking more difficult, because of it. “God, you smell absolutely delicious. I want to bind you up just to feast on you slowly.” She squirms a little at that. Good to know she’s as interested as I am. I finally get to the door and unlock it while keeping one hand on her ass. I can’t help myself as I shove a finger into her tight asshole. This is going to be so fun.

~Sophi’s POV~ How is he resisting my pheromones? I can tell he’s affected, but he keeps snapping out of it. Even incubi can’t resist a succubus' pheromones, and they are just male succubi! This is certainly an interesting one. Can’t wait to see what comes of this. It has been a long time since someone has held my interest like this. I hope the sex isn’t going to be disappointing. I’m horny again, even after all that sex and energy draining just a few minutes ago. And how did I not notice him walk into the backroom? “Here we are.” He says as we walk up to an adorable little cottage smack dab in the middle of downtown, off the, I swear, only side street in downtown. Everything else are just allies and through roads. “Let me get the door open. There we are. The bathroom, with all the essentials, is just down the hall over here. Second door on the left. I’ll be out here in the living room when you’re finished. Do you need a change of clothes? Your dress is a bit soaked still.”

~Jareth’s POV~ What the fuck did I just witness? The door wasn’t kept open for very long, but I’m pretty sure I saw Sophi on the table, legs spread wide while two men were in front of her. And that woman. Why did she go in there as well? Shouldn’t she go get management? But Sophi’s pussy…it was the most gorgeous pussy I’ve ever seen! I want to taste her so bad. Just maybe not after another man. I’m still standing by the door pondering what the fuck I had seen when I hear everyone in the room scream in pure, unadulterated pleasure. Jesus fuck! I need an orgasm that great. Then I hear shuffling around and everyone starts walking out, except Sophi. I guess now is a good a time as ever to talk to her, I decide as I am walking into the backroom. “Did I lose my invitation?” She turns, startled, as I asked her. Interesting. That’s the second time she seemed to be startled by my presence. Yet she has no issues entertaining multiple people at a time.

~Sophi’s POV~ I don’t know why I must do this. Ten souls in one night? I might enjoy sex as much as the next succubus, but that’s still way too much for me. I’m going to be at this all night, and I have a double shift tomorrow since Sara can’t do the job. Guess I better get a shot to start the night, scout out the clientele around here. Maybe I can double-up on some of them. People are way more into that than back when my mom was doing this. Or, I guess, just more openly talking about it. “What’re you havin’, beautiful?” Oh? At least the bartender is hot. I make my smile drip with seduction and secret pleasures. “I’ll have a shot of tequila, please, beautiful.” I wink at her, and I see the blush creep up her cheeks. When she gets back, I slam the shot back, and turn to ask, “what time are you out of here tonight? I want to personally find how you sound when you're in ecstasy. ” I can tell I got her right in the palm of my hand when her blush goes a couple shades of deeper red.

~Jareth’s POV~ Ugh! Why can’t I figure out shit for my own business!? I already got the stuff done for the community center charity; I just need to wait for them to get back to me. So now I should be able to focus on expanding my own business, right? Right?! “Ugh! Why won’t you work with me, muse?” “Because I am not your puppet. You made a deal with me to give you creativity when creating designs for people. You never specified making designs for yourself.” My muse, Samry, wore a devious grin as she said that. I sometimes wish I never made a bargain with her, but she found me at a desperate point in my life. Homeless. Hungry. Hopeless.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Blame it all on me. I’m a horrible mother for wanting to meet my grown child and to tell her that she’s not human and the reason she’s killing the men she fucks is because she’s a succubus. If you hadn’t taken a vow of celibacy, I would have left you alone still. Now seriously, stop stalling. You know damn well that you were a complete mess when I showed up. You would have starved yourself to death had I not shown up, what with this whole ‘I’ll never sleep with a man again’ business. Bah!” Lilith does an annoying high-pitch mockery voice. “I do not sound like that, and yes, it was very traumatizing. But I still wish you had just let me die back then. I have not been allowed to do what I want since you walked back into my life.” I throw that at her as I change into my slinky, low-cut, bright red spaghetti dress...

~Jareth's POV~ I'm going to be late. Oh well, I'm the artist, it's not like they can fire me. Well I guess they could, but with my reputation that would be very ignorant of them. I need my coffee fix first. Thankfully there isn't a long line. Seems I caught them in an unusual lull in business. This was the first place I ever designed for. Brings back fond, simpler, memories for me. As I walk through the door, I instantly spot a very attractive women next to the counter. Our eyes meet briefly before she looks down. Huh, interesting. Usually, women don't capture my attention. But something about her is calling to me. Just as I am about to go talk to her Jake calls her name and she rushes out the door. Hm. “Hey, Jake. How's it going today?” Maybe Jake knows who she is. But first, coffee.

~Sophi POV~ “I gotta admit, he looks smokin' in those jeans.” I whisper to my friend, Jilly, while checking out the hotty across the bar. “If you say so. He isn't really my cup of tea.” She retorts. “Who's talking about tea? I just need someone to help me take the edge off. Bob took a very sad turn for the worst last night, and I don't have time to get into a shop, and you know I don't trust online sales for that. Sometimes the materials sound good, but just don't feel good,” I sigh in lament. “Sophi, that was a bit TMI, even for my tastes,” Jilly answers sounding put off, but I could make out the laughter in her eyes over my predicament. “Bitch, you've known me for how long? Not to mention you were with me when I bought the blasted thing.”

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