CH 10 - Ugly Truths

Logan settled into the hot springs with a deep groan of contentment. His arms ached. His back ached. His butt felt mildly violated.

Beauty set their newly acquired items near the rest of their loot and moved to join him. The generous curves of her lavender body descended gracefully into the steaming water. She slipped in behind him and started massaging his tired shoulder muscles.

Their guest lay nearby, moaning and writhing on the moss. Even unconscious she seemed to still be in a highly aroused state, yet the noises she made seemed more pain than pleasure. In the silence of the cave, her voice echoed off the naked rock. The sound was more eerie than erotic.

“What is wrong with her?” he wondered out loud.

“She hungers. Need more venom.” Beauty nibbled into his ear. Judging by the feel of her soft breasts rubbing against his back and her hands beginning to roam across the front of his body, Beauty’s insatiable appetite was in no way discouraged by this strange scenario.

“Venom? What venom? The scorpion thing we saw out in the wastelands?”

The Succubus chuckled against the side of his neck as if he had said something funny. “Demon venom,” she murmured between kisses across his shoulder.

Logan felt a chill of foreboding. He pulled away from Beauty’s embrace and turned to face her. “Explain please.”

She heaved a great sigh of disappointment, a very human gesture, at the realization that the sexy time she was hoping for was not going to happen. Her golden, cat eyes looked back at him with a mixture of amusement and mild frustration. Beauty stared off into the middle distance, thinking on how to reply.

“Logan eat meat. Cook on fire, more good. Eat raw, less good.” Her face screwed up in a comical expression of disgust to emphasize the “less good” part. “Demons feed on souls. Eat raw, less good. Venom make more good.”

“Why?” he asked. “How?”

“More good.” She snapped her teeth in her normal gesture of frustration. He watched her struggle to find new words. “Souls hunger for sex feel good. No sex. Venom make yes sex. Like Beauty do to Logan. Like Logan do to Beauty.”

He struggled to make sense of what she was trying to say. “Do you mean orgasm? You know, the ... uh ... big feel good in sex?”

“Orgasm!” she nodded with excitement. “Souls orgasm no. Venom, souls orgasm yes. Eat more good.”

“Ok, wait a second.” Logan felt like his head was spinning but this seemed too important to dismiss out of hand. He thought back on the woman engaged in unbridled sex with the two Incubi, and how there was both desire and fear in her eyes right before it all went horribly wrong for her.

“Let me make sure I understand this. The souls of humans damned to Hell, and the demons that are native to this place, are all, for some stupid reason, obsessed with sexual pleasure. Demons like you have a venom that allows those souls to achieve some measure of sexual release that they cannot achieve on their own, to reach climax. And by doing so, that makes feeding on them more satisfying. It “cooks the meat” as you put it.”

“Yes,” the demon nodded.

The full consequences of what she was saying dawned on him and with it, the true nature of their relationship. Logan looked at Beauty, still sitting in the hot water, orange crystal light reflecting off of her wet, smooth skin and delicious curves. Demonic venom, to make feeding more pleasurable. As she had been doing to him, from the very first day they met. Suddenly, her obsession with always wanting to finish him off in her mouth made complete, terrible sense.

“Demon venom is an aphrodisiac,” he said. “That’s what you are trying to say. So your kind can feed. On humans. On human orgasm.”

He touched his ear. Now that he was looking for it, he thought he could feel a slight tingle on his skin where her mouth had been nibbling at his lobe. “Bloody hell, that’s why I am so damned horny all the time. It’s you. All this time, you have been pumping me full of your demon venom. Every kiss. Every sexual encounter. Drugging me to keep me compliant to your hunger.”

He could all but feel the pieces clicking into place in his brain. Logan bit each angry word as it slipped past his teeth. “Cooking the fucking meat.”

Logan clamped his teeth against a torrent of heated words rising in his throat and climbed out of the hot spring before he said something they would both regret. The cool air in the cave against his wet skin felt good. It helped clear his head and calm both his anger and his lust, though not entirely. Despite everything, and much to his own chagrin, his erection still waved around at full attention. His hands still itched to touch Beauty’s silky skin. Even now, despite his anger and discomfort, he wanted her, and he hated himself for it.