She was tentative as she kissed me back and I caressed my fingers down her cheek, wrapping them around her neck.
"You're so pure, little one."
She sighed, slowly acquiescence to my demands. Her body leaned into mine and I tightened my hold on her neck ever so slightly.
"Suck on my tongue, Nia."
"You know my name," she breathed.
I gripped her hair with my other hand, tugging her head back sharply. She gasped, swallowing hard against the palm of my hand.
"Suck me."
I slid my tongue against hers moaning as her lips closed around my tongue and she began to suck. I moved my head in and out, letting her know what she was going to do to my cock.
Pulling back gently, I smiled at her. "Do you want to suck on something bigger?"
I ran my hand down her body, over her small breasts and down to her core. She was wet and willing. She nodded quietly while little whimpers emerged from her parted lips.
"Get down on your knees."
I slid my zipper down and took out my hard cock. I groaned, letting out a menacing chuckle as she sucked on it. I held onto her head as I jackhammered her mouth. Stealing her breath every chance I could. Drowning her with my cock. I envisioned choking her on it, and that thought made precum fall onto the back of her tongue and coat her throat.
My succubus surrounded us, her beautifully evil laugh echoed around us as she took hold of the young girl. Whispering all the dirty deeds she needed her to perform on me. My hands itched to end her life, but not before I fed my wanton whore.
I slid her off my cock, ripping off her pink leotard and exposing her slim body to me. I slid my tongue over her breasts, and she gasped for me. Her eyes were filled with uncertainty as I forced her to lie back on the stage floor.
I smiled evilly at her, and fear shone in her eyes as I licked at her. My demon tongue curled inside of her, fucking her innocence away.
"Oh my God. Please," she breathed in shock.
My tongue extended and thickened until it felt her hymen. I stroked her there, like my dick would, and she stiffened at the slight pressure.
The slurping sounds my tongue made as I retracted the wet muscle, made my cock grow.
"Hold her for me," I told the darkness, and the girl was suddenly lifted off the floor with invisible hands. Her legs were spread out, her eyes looked at me in horror.
She screamed, a piercing sound that was drowned out so no one could hear her. I placed my cock at her entrance and tears fell down her face. I was forcing myself inside of her and as she looked up, the pain ricocheting through her body, my succubus fed off it. I slid the knife across her neck, blood dripping onto the floor, coating her breasts.
I slid my hands through it, laughing as I played in the slippery fluid. My piece of art. She gurgled so sweetly while she died, my cock still piercing her pretty pink pussy. I decided it did match her nails.
Her pussy tightened around me; she was still struggling to live. And I watched eagerly as my succubus curled her tongue around the girl's clit. I fucked the nearly dead pussy, enjoying the show. The girl opened her lips in ecstasy as my fiend forced an orgasm out of her body. It shook, jerked, the girl's head fell back limply as she faded away.
My succubus kissed me, satisfied with her hunger, and I finally slid out of her, proceeding to get to work. I needed to set the stage for the incoming audience.
Chapter12
Imogen
Istood at the entrance of the tent; my eyes fixed on the stage as I noticed something behind the main curtain stir. Nia, a young new girl had replaced our Belle on the aerial silks. The girl was ever naive, and more inexperienced than Belle, but that’s what the demon had requested, and the Ringmaster was forced to obey.
At merely seventeen, she was still very immature, and we all took care that we taught her what to watch out for. There was nothing we could do about what she’d be exposed to night after night, Cirque Diabolique stole any semblance of innocence away. But we could at least reassure her she’d be safe and at home during these long days.
This was going to be her first show and she’d been talking about it excitedly the night before at the campfire during dinner. I’d caught Dean eyeing her, and she’d blushed shyly when she caught him staring. But I knew best. Whatever was watching her was not my Dean.
I felt something in my power stir, and that beacon of a warning shone brightly and it stayed with me throughout the night.
I had to succumb to the fact that what I had brought back from the dead was not human. Whatever demons had spoken to him to commit murder was now inside of him, overpowering who he was. I had been stupid enough to think I could save him, but he only got worst and worst as time passed by. I knew what had to be done. It was inevitable. Dean was losing control. The little glimpses of him that would come through were now long gone, and I feared the worst would happen.