Chapter 6: Surrender...

Alex blew through the lobby of Keating & Rose with a simple "good morning" to the firm's grandmotherly receptionist. Alex quickly headed straight for the file room, where he sat down at his desk to get right to work. He shared the table against one wall with another file clerk. Alex logged on to his computer and promptly grabbed the overnight files out of the in-basket nearby. He was fixed on getting his mind off of naked demons and angels and freaky rituals.

It wasn't working, but then Kat came in. His co-worker was a lithe, tanned fitness freak whom he had crushed on ever since he started at his job six months ago, but she was both older and in a committed relationship. He didn't flirt, and they got along fine as friends. She wore a pair of jeans and a zipped-up North Face sweater, along with her perpetual smile. "Morning!" she said.

"Heya," Alex said blearily. "Mornin'."

Kat looked at him curiously as she sat down. "Wow, your eyes are seriously bloodshot. Did you sleep at all last night?"

"Not really."

"Huh. Hot date?" she grinned.

"Kind of, but no."

She snickered for a moment, then looked at her task list, and then frowned. "It's seriously hot in here," she said. Alex glanced absent-mindedly to watch as Kat pulled off her sweater. He didn't even think about it at first, but soon was treated to the sight of her tight, bare midriff as her undershirt caught on the sweater for a moment. As it was lifted away, Alex could make out the shape of her bra under her top. She smiled brightly as she dropped the sweater onto the table.

"Oh. I should grab my filing," Kat said. Alex's office crush moved forward, leaning very close to him with her breasts brushing up against his head as she pulled a stack of paperwork out of the second in-basket atop the filing cabinet next to him.

She sat back down, and he found it hard not to stare. He could make out the straps of her bra against her smooth, toned skin, and the way the cups shaped and pushed up her breasts. She brushed away her dirty blonde hair to expose her collarbones and her neck, which Alex looked at for a brief, longing moment. Kat paused only to glance at him and smile. He knew she should have been bothered; he was leering. But she didn't seem the slightest bit disturbed.

"I wish I had worn shorts today," Kat mused aloud. "Maybe I should run home and put on a pair at lunch?"

With an effort of will, Alex tore his eyes off her and went back to his work.

His day continued on just that way, only steadily worse with curious behavior and innuendo from the women in his office. Keating & Rose wasn't a big firm, perhaps thirty employees in all, but a number of them were rather attractive women. It had actually become something of a topic regarding hiring practices, with the firm's hiring partner and office manager both being encouraged to hire more men... not that Alex had ever complained.

But all day long, Alex could swear that the women in the office were looking at him differently. He saw more leg and cleavage that day than he could ever remember. Six times, he was summoned into the office of one attorney or another to help sort through paperwork, and every time it ended with a woman standing enticingly close to him.

Stephanie, the copy room clerk, turned it up the most. She was closest to Alex in age and very pretty, but never interested in him. Alex was a bit of a geek while Stephanie was a party girl; they got along at work, but she clearly never felt any spark with him. Every time he came across her that day, though, he felt her staring at him with come-hither eyes. The petite Latina found one reason after another to touch or bump into him. Twice, she had reason to bend over in front of Alex so that he could see the top of her thin panties as her slacks slipped down.

He was asked if he was wearing a new cologne. All the ladies in the office found a moment to lean in close and sniff, some of them several times. He was complimented repeatedly on his appearance, on a day when he'd worn old jeans and a t-shirt in anticipation of doing a heavy-duty dusting job on the file racks. It was a day of winks, smiles and suggestive jokes.

For his own part, Alex continually found himself staring. He couldn't believe nobody called him out on it, because he kept realizing he was staring at every curve and every exposed bit of flesh. Alex had a heightened awareness of how each woman's clothes fit on her, and he could almost guess what each one had on underneath just by the way the outer fabric hung.

Three times, he went into the restroom in hopes of jerking himself off and finding some relief. It was hopeless each time. Alex was undeniably turned on and obsessing about sex. He continually felt like he was about to explode, but in the end he just couldn't get off.

It was a compelling madness, but just the same, Alex pushed through his day wondering if he was really going insane.

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"Lorelei?" Alex called out as he opened the front door. His hands trembled at the thought of facing her again. It was all he could do to get through the day and then ride his motorcycle home safely. Several times, he almost wiped out because he was leering at one hot woman or another driving beside him or walking on the sidewalk.

"Yes? I'm right here," she answered. Alex found her in the living room, sitting by the glass door to the condo's small porch. She wore a simple blue sundress (which Alex didn't even question) and had a book from his shelf in her hands. She sat up in the plush chair as he came over to her.

"Lorelei, did you -- am I -- am I going insane?" he asked.

She cocked her head to one side curiously. "I'm sorry?"

"I can't stop thinking about sex. I'm leering at every woman I see like a slobbering pervert." He held his voice as steady as he could, as well as his temper. Even now, exasperated as he was, he didn't want his relationship with Lorelei -- whatever it was -- to grow hostile. "And I think they're all flirting with me, but I'm so crazy right now I don't know if they are or if I'm imagining it!"

Slowly, she nodded, and reached up to take his hands. "I wasn't sure if things like that would happen or not, but yes. It's probably me. I kissed you this morning with lust for you on my lips and tongue," she said, more a confession than anything else, "and it's likely that these other women can sense it. They smell that lust and begin to feel it themselves."

"Oh my God, are you serious? So I'm driving them nuts, too?"

"No, no," Lorelei laughed dismissively. "Nothing so dramatic. They simply reflect your desires, as I do."

"So I'm a complete pervert, then? This is all me?"

"No, Alex. Please, stop and think," she said, reaching up to take his hands. "Look at me. Your desire for me is plain. You've been fighting it all night and day now. You don't have to hide it, I enjoy seeing and feeling it. I don't understand why you will not take me, but you don't have to hide anything from me. I am your loyal servant now. I am on your side, Alex. You can trust me."

After a long moment, Alex asked, "What's happening to me?"

"We are bound, as has been said," Lorelei explained gently. "The bond is different from anything I have ever experienced, but you are both my master and, to some extent, my prey. I cannot harm you, of course," she added quickly, "but understand that I was made to seduce and fornicate. I will not drag you down as I have any other prey, but your lust is connected to me. When I claim a new prey, his lusts are inflamed, and they feed me. I enjoy sex... I truly cannot get enough of it. But my power is drawn not from my pleasure, but from yours."

"Until you take over?"

"No," she shook her head. "You are the master. I have thought on this a great deal, and I see nothing that can change it. I may prey upon your lusts, but I must also protect and serve you. Unlike others, you will not wither away in servicing my desires."

"Alex... I can feel your arousal. I have known when you have sought to pleasure yourself, and to find release. No, don't be embarrassed," she said, reaching up to gently touch his lips. "It was natural, even sensible. But I can sense that even now, you grow only more aroused. I would be happy to relieve you."

"You shouldn't have to."

"I want to, Alex. The more you want me, the more I want you. This torments us both. Please, Alex."

Almost in shame, Alex nodded. Lorelei slipped up against him, kissed his cheek, and then led him by the hand up the stairs.

Walking behind her, Alex looked up her shapely legs and realized he could smell her sex. She wore no panties. Her cunt -- he didn't even normally use that word, but -- her cunt was wet for him, vulnerable and wanting.

Lorelei cast a glance over her shoulder at him. She knew. She knew exactly what he was thinking, and she smiled demurely at him. Lorelei tugged him into his room, closed the door, and then pushed him up against it as she slid her body along his. She pulled him into a deep, longing kiss, and this time he didn't fight so hard against being lost within it.

While their tongues hungrily intertwined, Lorelei busied herself loosening Alex's pants. She cast aside his belt and unbuttoned his jeans. Her hands slipped under his shirt, pushing it up and over his head during a brief lull in their kiss. His own hands slipped all over her back, her shoulders and her arms.

Surrendering to an urge, Alex grabbed the strings tying up her dress behind her neck and slipped the knot free.

She pressed against him again, pulling his tongue into her mouth and cooing with delight as he invaded her. Then her mouth slid away. With her eyes looking deeply and lustily into his as her dress fell from her shoulders, baring her breasts for him, she slowly dropped down to her knees.

Alex watched as she opened up his fly and pushed away the fabric. His cock, now raging hard, pressed against his boxer briefs. Lorelei's hands slid up over it, and then pulled away the black cotton restraining his manhood. She seemed quite pleased as she looked at it. Her fingers played along its length, curling around the shaft and softly stroking. Alex began to tremble with pleasure as she played with him.

"Have no shame," she said softly, his dick so close to her mouth that the words brushed against his skin. "Just enjoy. I want this even more than you."

Her mouth opened and she extended her tongue, welcoming his cock upon it and then slowly enveloping him with her lips. Her eyes never left his. Alex felt weak all over, but managed to stay upright as he watched his demon seductress suck his cock for the first time.

He was overwhelmed. Alex had never felt anything like this, even from an ordinary woman, and Lorelei was certainly not ordinary. Waves of ecstasy flooded through his body from head to toe, all of it centered on his cock, while his heart pounded with desire for the woman seeing to his desires. She took it slow, sucking him off affectionately, and only increased her tempo as she realized he neared orgasm.

When he came, he felt his muscles spasm from his groin all the way to his wrists. Alex grabbed both the doorframe and Lorelei's shoulder to steady himself as he groaned with pleasure. Long, thick blasts of cum shot from his cock right down into Lorelei's greedy mouth. Her bobbing along his shaft slowed and she luxuriously swallowed gulp after gulp. His orgasm lasted much longer than anything he'd ever experienced by himself.

Alex gasped breathlessly as Lorelei finally let him slip from her mouth, but even then, she kept one hand stroking his cock while her other hand roamed up and down his midsection.

"Master," she purred. "You like?"

"Oh my god," he huffed. "I... wow..." he looked down at her, marveling at how pleased she appeared. He could also swear his cock was dramatically bigger than it had ever been. He'd never been worried that he was small, but never figured he was pornstar material, either. Still, as aroused as he was, maybe it really had grown. "Thank you," he managed.

"Anytime, master," she said.

"You don't have to call me that."

"I do... because you like it, master." There was a mischievous flash in her eyes as she slid upright to press herself against him again, whispering into his ear, "I know all your lusts now. We share them. And now I know everything I need to do to please you, master."

He groaned as she stroked his cock, which was already very hard again.

"Don't regret it," she whispered into his ear with a naughty grin. "I like it. I like you, and I like what I have found. You're a very lusty, naughty boy, Alex. You want me so bad."

"I do," he nodded.

"You want me to be your personal whore, don't you?" Her smile was absolutely audible. "To dress like a wanton slut and offer myself to you and service you. You want lots of whores, all to yourself."

"I don't," Alex shook his head, "I don't want to just use or hurt anyone."

"Ssshhh, it's me, it's me," Lorelei consoled him. "I understand. We won't hurt anyone. I am yours, master. I am your slave and I am your loyal whore, and I like it."

"I thought we were doing this so I could think more clearly."

"Mmm? Can't you? What do you think now?" she asked, kissing his neck and nibbling on his ear.

"I think I want to fuck you," Alex said evenly.

Lorelei looked excitedly at him before he pulled her toward the bed. He paused only to shuck off his shoes and pants, then watched as Lorelei alluringly slipped her dress the rest of the way off her hips. Then he grabbed her by her hair, gently but firmly, and pulled her into another long, deep kiss.

Lorelei felt her own heart pounding. Alex was delicious; she'd never drank of a good, decent man before. His desires were stronger than she had expected. Before now, though, every man she had ever had was selfish and corrupt. She enjoyed their slavish adoration and every moment of sex that led to each man's downfall, but in the end she was also happy to see them destroyed. Alex was entirely different. The taste of him aroused a kind of excitement that she'd never felt before. For the first time she could remember she felt herself trembling as she laid back and felt his body rest against hers. The head of his cock pressed against her moistened sex, making her whimper uncontrollably.

Then he pushed into her. She felt every inch of his slow invasion and panted with delight. "Master," she moaned, "master."

For several long minutes Alex slipped in and out of her in a state of bliss. From the first strike, fucking her was better than any climax he had ever experienced before. He eventually regained enough of his senses to wonder if he should lean back, use his hands, do something other than just pushing in and out... but then she wrapped her legs and arms around him and pulled him deep inside her.

"Fuck me, master," she pleaded between gasps and little moans. "I'm yours, I'm all yours. Fuck me. Take me. Fuck me like you own me."

Alex needed no further encouragement. He plunged into her again and again, holding onto her tightly and pounding her cunt as hard and as slow as he wanted. Lorelei writhed in pleasure, responding with joy to everything he did. Their desires were perfectly in synch; when he wanted to slow down and savor her, it was just what she wanted, and whenever he began to feel like fucking her hard enough to split her in half, she begged him to do just that.

Lorelei's head swam in abject surrender to his lust. Nothing had ever been this good. His desires only built, and hers along with them. The longer they fucked, the less she ever wanted it to end. Some tiny space in her mind wondered if this was how her own victims felt as the wrapped them around her finger, but she didn't care. It was wonderful. Her master made her happier than she had ever been, and she loved --

Her eyes opened wide in shock. This feeling was far too alien for her, no matter how good it felt. It must have been the ritual! It wasn't finished!

"Alex," she grunted.

He kept fucking her. He felt himself building to another thundering orgasm, and she knew her own would match it.

"Alex... oh... master... you must... oh... oooohhhh..."

"What?"

"No, don't... no... don't... stop...oh! Oh! Oh!"

Instinctively, Alex grabbed a fistful of hair and wrenched her head up to kiss him. She surrendered to it, cumming harder than she ever had. Her whole body spasmed uncontrollably. Even her cunt, tight and wet to begin with, became an even more intense ride for Alex. He was sent over the edge by the suddenly rising intensity within her. Alex injected his succubus with a long, pumping flood of cum while the two kissed.

Eventually he slowed, and kept himself buried inside her while they both gasped for air. His grip on her eased only a little; for the most part, he still covered her possessively. Lorelei was herself overwhelmed with emotion and hardly moved. She could even feel his semen inside her. It was all so good. So good.

"Master," she whispered hoarsely. She couldn't even think of trying to break free from him now. She no longer wanted to.

"Lorelei?" he moaned.

"Thank you, master. Thank you..."