Chapter 5

Janarra, do not marry this man."

The softly spoken words filled the silent chamber, his voice an intimate caress against the senses of the woman standing in her wedding finery waiting for her escort to the alter where she would pledge herself to another man. It was true, he had taken a consort and by the laws of the demon realms she was his wife, but that did not stop his craving for Janarra. It was in fact, a craving that Caressa shared. The women had been friends for quite some time and in that time Caressa had come to desire the other woman's body though with Jana's reserved nature nothing had ever come of it. It was Caressa who had urged him to seek out Janarra one last time, to ask her to join them in their relationship, to accept them both as they would accept her.

It should be him she waited so expectantly for. She should be joining her life to him and Caressa, but instead she chose to waste herself on a man who habitually abused her mentally and emotionally all for the sake of a "normal" life. That alone had his anger rising but he did not come here to argue. He came here to make one last plea, to ask her to be his wife, his and Caressa's.

He could see that his voice had startled her though she did not seem overly surprised at his presence, simply wary. Turning her back to the mirror she had been admiring herself in her right hand rose as though the action could prevent him from approaching her.

"No Morlis. Whatever you have come for, no. I want no part of it."

Her words lacked the courage of her convictions and just as he could sense her apprehension he could also sense the gentle thrill of excitement that coursed through her. How could she wish to marry this man? A man who would never give her that thrill? That sense of excitement and arousal?

"I've come for you, Jana. Do not marry this man! He will stifle your spirit, I promise you. Come with me. Join me, me and Caressa. We both love you, we both desire you. We can make you happy."

His impassioned words fell from his lips as his feet carried him towards her. He could see that his words reached her, her eyes becoming glassy with unshed tears as she watched him approach. He paused once he stood in front of her and her head tilted back to allow her to meet his gaze. She wanted to say yes, he could see it in her eyes, and yet her head still shook in a silent denial.

"No." She seemed to choke on the word as though her heart did not wish her to speak the words her mind demanded she say. "No, I will not be one of your whores. Go back to the slut you made your wife, Morlis. I want no part of it."

She was lying, to him and to herself; he could feel it to his core. In the past he would have forced her to accept what she felt, to face the truth and admit she wanted him. He might have done the same this time as well had she not chosen to defame Caressa in her impassioned little speech. The insult to his new bride had his already smoldering anger roaring to life to burn through him, robbing him of his reason and allowing the demon within him full reign.

"No part of it? Really now? We both know that is a lie, Janarra. We both know that if I were to take you right now you would part your thighs for me without a moment's hesitation. Would you like me to prove it?"

His final words had come as a result of her head shaking in vehement denial of his claim. She seemed determined to resist him, as she so often was, and he seemed just as determined to prove once again that she was not capable of it. Had she not chosen to insult his bride, Caressa, a woman who considered Janarra to be a dear friend, he might have left it at that. But he had chased after Janarra for far too long to be spoken to like this. He had let other relationships languish to be there for her while she married man after man, demanding he chase her. No more. He was done chasing her.

His dark eyes turned nearly black as the demon surged forward. Gripping her around the waist he lifted her up onto the large mahogany table, his body pressing forward so that his hips could part her thighs in spite of the many layers of silk and lace that kept him from fully pressing against her. Her hands rose, pressing to his shoulders as she tried to push him away, tears welling in her brown eyes. He would not relent, however. Not this time.

Hastily his hands pulled the skirts of her wedding gown up until he could caress along the smooth skin of her thighs. Gripping the backs of her legs he pulled up, forcing her onto her back, the skirt of the wedding dress flying up to cover her face. He could hear her begin to whimper from behind the lace but he didn't care. His head lowered and pushing the skimpy white lace underwear aside his tongue delved into the depths of her pussy, instantly finding and teasing her clit. He felt her shiver even as she began to cry in earnest.

"Don't cry Jana. You know you want this ... you've always wanted this."

His seductive voice was more than simply sexy. He was an incubus and he held no qualms about using all of his inborn talents to their fullest potential, and one of those talents was to seduce with just his voice. Just the sound of his voice was a temptation few could resist and he could see the moisture begin to gather on the lips of her smooth pussy, whether she wanted it too or not. Flicking his tongue out he teased at her moist slit, licking up the length as she squirmed beneath his grasp. He could hear the sobs in her voice but her body belied her hearts dismay as she arched her hips pleadingly towards his lips.

"That's my girl."

Amused condescension laced his voice as she squirmed her hips up towards his lips, her body begging for more than the teasing flicks of the tongue he'd treated her too thus far. Sliding his hands beneath her ass he gripped her tightly so she could no longer move her lower body and that prompted her to take up her string of protests again.

"If you do this Morlis, it will be rape!"

Her voice was frantic, as though using the word rape would snap him out of what he was about to do and she would not be forced to try to resist any longer. She knew if he continued she would yield to him and the thought terrified her. Her words had a decidedly opposite effect to what she intended, however, as his smile turned cold.

"Would it? Let's put that to the test then."

A strangled cry of protest was all that managed to escape as his lips pressed possessively to the lips of her pussy, his tongue pushing between the moist folds to seek out her clit. A strangled scream was muffled from behind the lace of her gown as his tongue found her clit and gave it a long slow lick. She had not bothered to push the skirt of her wedding gown down, as though ascribing to the childish idea that if she could not see him it wasn't really happening. Her body continued to betray her, however, as her hips arched against his tongue, trying to press him more intimately to her wet slit.

Taking the hint her body was trying to give he pressed his lips more tightly against her, his tongue slowly sliding up the sensitive side of her clit before licking up the opposite side. Flicking his tongue teasingly across the swollen nub he eventually pressed his lips forward to where he could suck her clit between his lips, teeth nibbling gently on the engorged flesh. That action earned him a sudden jerk of her hips and a scream she couldn't manage to keep hidden.

Realizing just how loud she had become she began to sob again, her hands lowering to press at his head in an attempt to push him away from her. Releasing his grip on her ass his hands slid from beneath her to catch at the hands now slapping lightly around his head in an effort to get him to stop. His fingers encircled her wrists as he rose slowly to his feet between her spread legs.