Chapter 4

Janarra fled as soon as she could. She didn't even bother to change out of the wedding dress he had fucked her in. The wedding dress she would wear as a bride to another man. His dark eyes watched through the front window of the bridal shop as she ran full tilt down the street, the curious gazes of those she passed fixed upon the tormented figure in white silk. He knew he should feel remorse for his actions; a normal man would, wouldn't he? His own laughter snapped him out of his dire thoughts. He was far from a normal man.

He was an incubus. A demon that fed on lust and passion, made to entice, seduce, and fuck. He was also territorial and while he had never denied Janarra her lovers, or even those she chose to bind her life too, he would ultimately remind her just who she belonged to in the end. He had marked her as a child when her parents had attempted to sell her to the gypsy kumpania ruled by his sister. He'd held the screaming child in his arms as his sister had killed her parents, ending the lives of the miserable people who had tried to sell their daughter. He had known, deep down, she was his. He may have to let her go some day. It was a possibility he had already considered.

But not today.

When she was finally out of sight he turned his back to the store front window and leaned against it. The shop owner had long since left, the money he had given her to cover Janarra's dress was actually more than enough to buy the entire shop and recognizing him for what he was she had wisely left. Alone with his thoughts, or so he assumed, he caught a glimpse of himself in one of the gilded mirrors across the room. He was tall, powerfully built with bronzed skin, dark eyes, and black hair that fell to his shoulders in layers just shaggy enough to give him the eternal "just tumbled out of bed" look. He was every woman's fantasy and he knew it. A creature that fed on the lust of women had to have the right bait after all. It was simply the nature of his race.

He should have sensed her there. Should have felt her presence the entire time but lucky for her he was a bit preoccupied. It wasn't until the sound of her sultry laughter filled the shop that he even realized Caressa had returned. Turning his eyes to search the shop he finally saw the seductive vampress emerge from the shadows that had hidden her from his detection. She approached slowly, teasing him, and he couldn't resist giving in to her ploy and allowed his gaze to move down over her body, lingering over the curves he knew so intimately and loved so well.

As she neared he was able to detect a scent on the air, just a hint of the desire burning through her. He could smell a woman's lust, her passion, as though it was a perfume and right now her scent was filling the room. She was aroused, almost painfully so, and he in turn could feel the predatory instincts of his kind emerging, his cock hardening as the scent of her damp pussy filled his nostrils.

"Enjoy the show, Cara?" The voice of pure seduction and allure reached out to ensnare her. He could even see the shiver run down her spine at the sound. He knew she had watched him with Janarra, that that was what had made her so hot, and the idea intrigued him. What other perversions would his sweet Cara succumb to?

The moment she was close enough his hands reached out to grip her hips, a swift tug pulling her body tightly against his. Without hesitation his hands slid over the silk clad curves of her ass and gripped tightly, his palms pressing her against his hard cock. Her hips pushed forward, rubbing wantonly against him. What did she care if she looked like a slut when she was this horny? She'd watched as he'd taken Jana, forcing such pleasure on her, and she wanted it ... wanted him.

He groaned as her body rubbed against his and leaning down he claimed her lips, his tongue forcing its way between the soft folds to ravish her mouth. They had been lovers off and on for years and he cared for her, so much so he was considering taking her as one of his consorts, his bride in demon terms, but in all that time she had never approached him like this. She wanted him the way she had seen him with Janarra. Well, she was about to get what she wanted, hopefully she wanted what she was about to get.

With a growl his hands tightened on her ass and pushing off the glass window he had been leaning against he spun with her in his arms until it was her back pressed to the glass. It was late and the street beyond was deserted for the most part, but the occasional pedestrian would be sure to pass by. Fuck he hoped so. The hands that had gripped her ass slide up her back until he could trap the zipper of her dress. With an almost savage tug he pulled it down nearly ripping the dress from her in his haste to get to her skin. When she was finally nude he pressed against her, still fully clothed, as his hands again caressed her rounded ass.

"You liked watching me with Jana, didn't you?" His voice demanded an answer as his hands slid down her thighs until he could take hold of the backs of her knees and with one swift hoist he lifted her feet off the ground, her thighs pulled around his hips with his iron clad grip.

She arched against him, the fabric of his pants teasing the sensitive lips of her smoothly shaved pussy, causing her to grind against the material covering the hard length of his cock. The friction did very little to ease her need and in fact only frustrated her. Hearing his question she could only nod as she wrapped her legs around his waist, her hips still grinding her pussy against his bulge.

"Yes love ... fuck yes. Now ... how about sharing a little of that with me?"

Her voice enticed him as her right hand slid down between their bodies so that her palm could caress over his throbbing cock through his pants. His hands slid to support her ass as her legs tightened around his waist and he could only moan as she unzipped his pants and slid her hand down to grip his cock. "Fuck me Morlis ... now," the commanding words underscored by a note of pleading that just couldn't be missed.

His hips thrust forward, sliding his cock along the length of her palm and he laughed quietly. "Maybe if you're a good girl I'll let you enjoy her with me next time," he teased. Now there was an image to have a man moaning, the thought of both Jana and Cara at the same time enough to drive him mad. Yes, he would definitely take Caressa with him next time.

Her hands pushed at his pants impatiently until they had fallen from his hips to pool around his knees. Using his feet he was able to push them down the rest of the way and kick them free, Caressa's hands tugging at his shirt and jacket soon had the rest of his clothing falling to the floor until he was as nude as she was. Pressing against her he slid the length of his cock against the moist lips of her pussy, the head of his cock brushing teasingly against her clit. She was impatient but he wasn't quite through teasing her yet.

"Did you finger your hungry little pussy when you watched me fuck her, Cara?"

His hips continued to move against her, sliding his cock against her pussy though he never fully entered her. Lowering his head he captured her left nipple between his teeth, biting the sensitive flesh gently before sucking on the now hardened nub. Her fingernails bit into his shoulders, her moans turning into needful little whimpers as he teased her.

"Yes! Yes I did ... but I couldn't cum. Not without your cock inside me."

He moaned at her words, his hands tightening on her ass as he shifted his hips and without warning drove forward, his cock sliding hard into her wet pussy, the force of it slamming her body back against the glass of the window. The glass vibrated and from over her shoulder he could see a couple passing by on the street pause at the sound and simply stare, shocked, at the sight that greeted them. Amusement rippled through him. Good. They should have an audience for this.

He said nothing to draw her attention to those that stared with rapt attention at their entwined bodies. She was new to her vampiric nature and at times she reverted to the human morals she had been raised with. Morals he fully planned to fuck out of her. Gripping her thighs tightly he pulled her into him, forcing her hard against his cock as he began fucking her, each thrust of his length into her wet pussy slamming her back against the window. Her legs tightened around his hips, her pussy clenching around his cock with each thrust, and still more and more people gathered to watch the erotic spectacle.

When a dozen or more stood on the other side of the window, raw lust in many of their eyes as they not only watched but were affected by the desire emitted by a lust demon, he withdrew from her and pushed her legs to the ground. Her eyes parted and she moaned in protest, her body arching towards his as though to keep him inside of her. He merely smiled at her wanton need and gripping her shoulders he abruptly spun her around to face the window and all the people that watched from the other side.

Her eyes widened and a gasp of horror was heard from her lips moments before he pressed her against the glass, her breasts, stomach, thighs, all pressing against the thin glass barrier that separated them from their audience. She began to struggle, humiliation coating her skin in a red hue as she blushed in embarrassment. Hands braced to the glass and pushed against it, trying to free herself from the cage his body had become, but he only pressed more tightly against her. His right hand slid between her and the glass, easing down her body until his fingers were slipping between her legs.

"No! Morlis! Stop right now!" She tried commanding him when asking hadn't worked and when it became apparent that commanding wouldn't either, she resorted to begging.