Page 6 of Sin

A shudder worked its way down my spine at the thought of an eternity spent behind those stone walls. Shaking the cloak of unease off my shoulders, I continued unpacking my suitcase, desperate to settle back into what had become my normal life. I was where I belonged, here in the secret wing atIniquity, where no one could be hurt by my ravenous appetite, but I could still live in relative peace.

This was a lonely existence: my bedroom, a few hallways, a very luxurious bathroom, a stocked kitchenette, and a little sitting room/library. It was almost like an apartment—until I remembered the literal sex dungeon a few floors above. That had been an eye-opening experience for a young succubus, let me tell you. I’d fed until I was something akin to drugged, and everyone in the dungeon was on the floor unconscious. To say Auntie Lilith had been displeased was an understatement.

In my defense, it wasn’t my fault. I’d been sent back to Lilith specifically because I couldn’t seem to get a handle on my power. I hadn’t even known what I was until she put a name to it. Imagine my surprise when I finally decided to give Jimmy Harris my virginity and he dropped dead on top of me. I thought the poor boy had a heart attack, but no. It had been my newly awakened succubus draining him dry.

RIP Jimmy.

My foster parents hadn’t wanted anything to do with me from that moment on. I couldn’t really blame them. I’m sure it was terrifying, not knowing if I was going to murder them in their sleep. It wasn’t until later, when I was safely tucked away atIniquity,that Lilith explained to me what I was. And that my birth mother had dropped me off on her doorstep when I’d only been days old. Not wanting anything to do with raising an infant, Lilith had placed me with a human family, thinking that would be the end of it.

And maybe it would have been if Jimmy kept it in his pants.

Realizing exactly what happened, Lilith swept back into my life and took me under her wing. A child may not have been her cup of tea, but a budding succubus. That she could handle.

Looking back now, it all makes sense—how every time we made out I felt so good, but he was exhausted after. And that one time, when we’d dry humped on the couch and he came in hispants, then got a nosebleed and had to go home. It was me. I was the problem.

I’d never touched another partner again.

Which brings me back here. In my room, safely hidden from anyone I might accidentally harm. You’d think a girl would have learned how to control herself by now, but you’d be wrong. My power lashed out at the most inconvenient times. Do you have any idea how embarrassing that is? To be reading a sexy book and realize you made the entire subway car burst out into an orgy? Or daydreaming about your tutor only to realize she’d slumped into a drooling mess on the floor while you’d been twirling your hair around your finger?

Messy. That’s what it was. Not to mention dangerous.

Consent was what separated us from other demons. Lilith had taught me that on my first day with her. But I still needed to feed in order to survive. That meant we needed to find a workaround since I couldn’t be trusted not to murder everyone inIniquitywith my insatiable appetite.

Enter camming.

It was the answer to my prayers, really. A way for me to feed on the lust and sexual energy of consenting individuals without fear of them suffering any of the side effects. There was something incredibly freeing about the process. Knowing that I could give in to that part of myself without worrying that someone else would suffer for it. Camming was the only time I felt in control of my life and my body.

It also gave me a steady income stream and a way to pay Lilith back for some of what she gave me. I wasn’t helpless or a freeloader. I needed to be able to stand on my own two feet, even if that was within the confines of her domain.

A wave of dizziness hit me, causing me to reach out and steady myself on the dresser.

“Well, you’re not going to be standing on your own two feet if you don’t freaking feed yourself, Meredith Anne Devereaux,” I muttered to myself.

Pulling my laptop free of its travel case, I plugged it in and powered it on. The second I logged on to TwoLips—my preferred camming site—an electronic chime sounded, notifying me of an incoming message.

“Keep your pants on. I just got here.”

The message wasn’t one of my regulars, though. It was from Andi, my bestie, fellow cam girl, and sole connection to the outside world. I clicked on the picture of her with two blonde pigtails and a schoolgirl outfit, laughing as I always did at her chosen pseudonym.

PrettyPenny:

Where have you been?!?!?!

Merri-go-round:

Did you run out of exclamation points?

PrettyPenny:

No.

PrettyPenny:

!

PrettyPenny:

!

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