Dhampirs of Sgiach

3. Kieran

Kieran groaned as he reached up to press his palm to his forehead as he sat up on the couch he had been lying on. His head felt like he had stayed up too late with Rand and drank too much.

“So good of you to join us in the land of the living.” The man’s voice was audible s*x, and he sent Kieran’s head pounding.

“Gods! Turn off the magic!” Kieran begged and curled in on himself. The world spun dangerously, and his stomach threatened to empty itself.

“You know better than to enter a den of s****l fantasy as frustrated as you were,” Lucifer purred, placing his hands on Kieran’s shoulders. “What has you so frustrated?”

“None of your business,” Kieran growled and attempted to pull away. The incubus had laid off on the charm enough that his head didn’t feel like someone was smashing it with a hammer, more like someone was pushing needles into his temples.

“But s*x is my business. Or have you forgotten what I am?” Lucifer purred in Kieran’s ear as he slid his hands down along the dhampir’s chest. Ebony-scaled dragon wings folded around them.

Kieran grabbed Lucifer’s wrists when the incubus attempted to get a feel of what Kieran was packing in his pants. Pants that stuck to him uncomfortably. “Hands off. And I know you prefer women.”

Lucifer slid his tongue along Kieran’s neck a moment before he bit down sensually. Kieran couldn’t help the groan that escaped him. “But you broke my rules. And have come here, ripe for the devouring.”

“Your employees already munched on me. Without invitation,” Kieran pointed out as he desperately reached for his Shadow Spark. An impossible task through the s****l haze Lucifer had ignited.

“Let me apologize for that by helping you truly obtain relief from your pent-up frustration.”

Tempting… “I have a girlfriend. One that I am quite happy with.”

Silver eyes flecked with crimson met Kieran’s amber eyes, and one perfect eyebrow arched at him. “And she has allowed this travesty to befall you?”

“Not everyone can f**k like s*x Nephilim,” Kieran pointed out dryly. I wish I could have a weekend to try, though.

Lucifer laughed, and Kieran groaned as the incubus’s magic caressed him in places no one could touch. Pure desire and pleasure thrust inside him, and had his c**k so hard he could barely think. “Tisk… She has not allowed you true release for the last six months.”

“We had s*x a few weeks ago,” Kieran snapped. He didn’t mention that it had only been after he had begged for over a week. “Give me back my CGH, and let me leave.”

Maybe if he changed the subject, Lucifer would stop pummeling him with s*x magic. Right, and I’ll wake up tomorrow morning in Furia as a normal Sgiach’rin’Furian without the blood of the sanguinai running through my veins and Malum Sanguinem drooling over the chance to get their hands on me.

“You know the rules. No recording devices in my den of sin,” Lucifer purred as he moved before Kieran. He was only wearing a pair of slacks that probably cost more than Kieran’s bike. Fair skin, black hair, and a body with an eight-pack that Kieran would never be able to achieve, no matter how hard he hit the gym. The man shed s*x like dandruff as his long tail slid along Kieran’s leg.

The incubus was one of the Sgiach Six. Dragonkin that had all once been Sgiach Dragon Riders before they merged with their dragons. Lucifer Ebonwings was one of the original five that had helped the Wrath of Heaven burn the world to ash over ten thousand years ago and then allowed the Mercy of Heaven to rebuild the world two thousand years ago.

“And I don’t like being munched on without being asked first,” Kieran said, resting his arms on the back of the couch as he attempted to ride the waves of incubus magic. The tent in his lap made it obvious he wasn’t having much success regaining control.

“Then it seems we are at an impasse.”

“Not really. Give me my CGH back, intact, with nothing deleted from it, and I’ll be on my way. It’ll be like I was never here,” Kieran grinned.

“Except you have footage of one of my customers entering,” Lucifer pointed out as his tail moved to rub against Kieran’s hard c**k.

Kieran’s eyes widened, and his back arched as he gasped in pleasure. The gasp became a moan as his fangs extended, aching to pierce flesh. His hips thrust of their own accord as Lucifer’s tail wrapped around Kieran’s c**k. Gods! I don’t know if I can last like this…

Suddenly, there was nothing. No touch from Lucifer’s tail. No magic tickling him with pure lust and desire. Nothing. And Kieran was left breathing heavily with the most painful erection he had ever experienced. “f**k!”

“I will allow you your CGH, fully intact with nothing deleted, if you do one thing for me,” Lucifer purred softly.

“And what’s that?” Kieran gasped out.

“Go to the west side ghetto and search for an incubus there. He is a dhampir of the Frostfang bloodline. Find him,” Lucifer said, leaning against his desk and facing Kieran.

“Why can’t you?”

“Why don’t you want to?”

Kieran growled. “Fine.”

Lucifer picked up a small card from his desk and handed it to Kieran. “Send proof that you found the dhampir, and I’ll send your CGH to the Dancing Pig.”