Page 78 of Hellish Witch

“Fuck off. I’m fine.” I batted at the incubus’s chest, and my fingers met the sticky fabric of his button-down shirt.

It felt good to have them rub against me like this, and I hated it. Some crazed part of me craved touch badly enough that it didn’t matter who they were.

The know-it-all incubus grinned. “It’s your first, isn’t it?” He tipped his head back and laughed. “They’re always the strongest. You’re going to be so much fun.” He angled to one side, revealing a table of demons lounging in a booth beside us. “Lads, we’ve got ourselves a party! Let’s take this little thing up to one of the rooms.”

Wait.

No.

I didn’t want to go anywhere with a group of strangers.

Oh fires. This couldn’t be happening.

Their combined energy slunk into me, their desire a cool whisper through my chest as I drank them down. But it wasn’t enough.

I blinked, dazed, as the incubus tugged me towards the stairs wrapping behind their booth. I stumbled, and the human scooped me up into his icy arms, squeezing around my tits and thighs.

I could hardly breathe.

“Ssstop!” I hissed, thrashing in his hold. “Put me down!”

But the friction of my clothes and his cold skin was too much. I’d burn alive if I didn’t get more though.

I kept squirming to get free, ignoring the insane need to reach between my legs so I could satisfy the incessant desire.

But it was no use. I was trapped.

More flavours and sensations added to the jumbled energy filling me as a group of demons followed behind us.

That impending sense of doom grew before the fire inside me burned it away.

We hit the top of the stairs, and the human marched me towards the first door with a green vacant sign on the oversize lock.

Another bouncer lounged at the top, giving us a once-over. His nostrils flared, and I could feel his desire spike, the taste of bitter hazelnuts coating my tongue.

“Help,” I croaked, my voice barely audible even to my own ears.

“Wait,” he called, holding a palm up to stop the group.

Relief surged. The bouncer was going to put a stop to this. He’d save me.

“I’ll let you take your needy toy into a room, but you have to use the glass one so everyone can watch the show.” Desperate glee slashed a wide grin through his narrow face. “And I’m having a turn.”

The incubus cackled, gesturing for him to lead the way.

Panic stabbed through the mind-numbing need. My claws grazed the arms caging me. The male’s hold tightened before I could do any actual damage, and he shook me in warning, sending my head lolling and thoughts scattering.

We were ushered into a vast room with a glass floor, showcasing the partiers below. Huge internal windows dominated the walls, with sofas facing us from the other side in the rooms beyond, mirrors lining the columns in between.

The human dropped me, and I slammed into the clear floor, my head thumping hard enough to see stars. I barely felt the pain before the heat devoured it. It ate through sensation, somehow using it to fuel the burning beneath my skin.

A whimper escaped my lips as the horror of the situation pierced my muddled thoughts. I needed to be touched. But I didn’t want these men anywhere near me.

“Back off,” I hissed. The usual feral sound came out like a drunken slur.

I fought not to welcome the incubus as he closed in on me, baring my fangs instead.

He crouched before me, pinching my chin between his claws. “Listen up. You’re a succubus in heat. And since you clearly don’t understand what that means, I’m going to do you a favour and help you out.”

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