Page 7 of Blackmailed By the Incubus

I will never get the image of my Sera riding this bastard’s tail out of my head. Even while I loathed everything he was doing to her, making her do, watching the wet patch in her panties darken with every invasion of his tail had my molars creaking — if I had molars in this form. But it was when the tail slid free and I could see just how deep it had been solely based on the white cream coating the black scales that I felt a surge of pride.

She’d taken so much for a virgin. Not exactly half, but close. And with the bumps that lined both sides, too. Fuck, she’s such a good girl.

Still. That’s not the point.

“You’re a monster who forces her to do things she’s too innocent to understand.”

He straightens in the confines of the cramped trailer. The heavy stench of burnt sugar lingers in the air, an indication that Bloom has injected her week’s pay into her veins. The wooden slats dividing the spacious master bedroom from the rest of the trailer are shut firmly, but I can hear the subtle whistle of her breathing disturbing the air.

“You could stop me. You’ve had years to tell her not to take my offer.” He lifts crimson eyes to the mirror fixed to the yellowed plaster, and I can feel him judging me. “I know it’s not because you fear the pain or getting consumed. You enjoy everything I do to her. You like watching me do all the things you won’t do.”

He’s wrong.

I’m not some sicko who wants his own ... that isn’t it. I love Seraphine. She’s my whole world. I don’t want anyone to touch her.

“You know she won’t listen to me even if I tried,”I rationalize.

Warrick says nothing, but his gaze lowers to Sera’s sleeping silhouette.

I watch helplessly as he reaches down and starts undoing the buttons on her cardigan, taking his time unveiling the tank underneath. The wool is pulled free of her body and tossed to the foot of the bed. He starts on her slippers next, peeling each one off with a gentleness I’ve only ever seen him use with her. Patience and single-minded focus. They’re set under the bed.

When he reaches for her skirt, my metaphorical heart jumps in my chest. In this state, where I’m no more than a wisp of a shadow inside a body that is and isn’t mine, I’m powerless to do anything but watch as she’s freed from the fabric. As he pulls it down her long, smooth legs. As she’s left with a tiny square of white fabric molded almost too perfectly over her lips.

Clad in her tank and panties, Warrick forces me to take her in. Makes me follow the smooth stretch of skin from her throat to her chest, to high, firm breasts that fit too perfectly in the creature’s massive hands, their rosy tips peeking out from between long fingers. They had been so sensitive. Every brush had her writhing in his lap. She’d been so beautiful. So responsive. Her weak little noises had nearly sent me over the edge. And when she came ... body bowed, head thrown back, teeth caught in her bottom lip ... I would have given anything to taste it.

“Aren’t you curious why I let you watch?” the monster taunts. “Why you’re still here?”

It had occurred to me when the metaphorical door barricading me every other night stayed open. I assumed he’d forgotten. I should have known there was an alternative motive.

“Because you like torturing us?”

He scoffs. But rather than answer, he leans down and brushes his thumb over the hard point poking up from beneath the cotton. Sera shifts but stays lost in her slumber.

“Stop it,”I hiss.

If I had teeth, or a jaw, they would have been grinding and clenched tight.

The creature snickers, hooking his fingers into the straps looped over her shoulders, dragging them down her arms.

Her perfect tits practically glow in the semi darkness. The sensitive peaks pucker with the disturbance. Tiny goosebumps scatter across her skin.

“I let you watch because I’m tired of yourholier than thoubullshit. I’m tired of you pretending you’re better than me when I know every filthy dream you’ve had about her. When I’ve felt how hard your cock gets when she smiles at you. Let’s not forget all the times you’ve watched her playing with her pussy and jerked off.”

The heat I feel is rage, I tell myself. It’s outrage for the absolute lies he’s spewing.“That isn’t—”

“Tell me you don’t want to touch her.”

If I could, I would have glared at him.“Of course I fucking don’t! She’s my sister.”

I can feel the fucker roll his eyes. “Says who? Bloom? This is why human and incubi bonds don’t work. This is why the demon half always consumes the human and lives happily ever after. I let you live because Seraphine begged me. She is the only reason you exist to annoy me. But it’s been long enough, and I need my mate. So, you will submit, or I will destroy you and beg for her forgiveness after the fact, but you will still be gone.”

“Submit to what? You fucking my sister while I watch?”

He rubs a claw over his face in agitation. “You don’t have to watch.” Gingerly, he lowers himself on the edge of the pull out next to Seraphine’s hip. “I can let you enjoy her, too. Let you feel everything I feel. You won’t have to live in the dark at night anymore. I can give you freedom and the woman we both want.”

“I don’t want...”

The soft, plump texture of Seraphine’s right breast cradles in my palm. It’s Warrick’s large, clawed hand, but I feel it. Her. I feel her satin smooth flesh as if I’m the one touching her. Brushing my thumb over the pink tip and making Sera gasp.

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