I'll take his place

Drayce had to think. Fiona was waiting for Vince to return inside. Convincing her to spare his life would be a huge undertaking. He thought about leaving, but Fiona would surely find them if they fled. His only option was somehow to convince her to spare him.

"That girl inside, Lillith, she's an old acquaintance of mine. She's... bad news."

"Ohhh, so that's what this is about," Vince said as he turned to go back inside. "Afraid something 'bad' may happen to me because you and her had a falling out? I appreciate the concern, but I can take care of myself."

"Vince, I'm serious!" Drayce said, grabbing Vince's arm. "Don't go near her!"

"Get off me!" Vince said, freeing his arm. "I'm not passing up a lap dance from her. Whatever your issue with her, that has nothing to do with me. So deal with it!"

Vince pushed inside. Drayce trailed behind him. Vince powered his way through the crowd to the entrance of the VIP rooms where Fiona awaited him."

"Ready for your private dance?" she asked with a seductive smile.

"Yes, ma'am!" he replied.

Drayce dashed after them. "Fiona! Wait!"

A bouncer of considerable size stepped in Drayce's way as Vince and Fiona walked on down the narrow hallway.

"Look, buddy, these rooms are only for those the dancers invite. You'll have to wait out here for your friend. If you want to try anything, you'll get thrown out, understand?"

Drayce looked over the large man's shoulder. Vince and Fiona entered the second room on the right. There was no fighting this guy; that much, Drayce knew for sure. His only option was to wait.

"Got it," Drayce replied to the bouncer.

Drayce waited impatiently, his eyes glued to that door. He hoped that Vince would step out unharmed, smiling ear to ear, but two songs had already played. Time was running out.

"How long do those dances last?" Drayce asked.

"As long as he keeps paying, sir," the bouncer replied.

"Look, I'm in a bit of a situation here. I don't have time to explain, but I need to go back there." Drayce reached into his pocket, "Since money talks around here, and obviously I can't fight past you, you can have all the cash I have if I can just go back there and make sure my friend is okay. One quick peek and I'm back out here."

The bouncer considered Drayce's offer. "You've got one minute, then I'm escorting you outside."

"Deal!" Drayce said, handing over the wad of cash. He rushed for the room Vince and Fiona entered. As he opened the door, he saw a portal finish closing with Vince and Fiona on the other side.

"Fiona! Wait!"

He was too late. The portal closed before he could rush through it.

"Fuck!"

Drayce sprinted out of the room past the bouncer and through the hormone-drenched crowd. There was still hope! He had Vince's keys. He dashed to Vince's lemon Mustang, started the engine, and then sped off in a banshee scream of squealing tires.

*****

Drayce had never driven so fast in his life. He arrived at the underpass Fiona called home after more than a few near-wrecks. He dashed from the car to the familiar concrete wall and brandished the magic crystal Fiona had given him. Her lair's entrance opened. He rushed in, hoping he was not too late.

"Fiona?" he called as he anxiously surveyed her quarters. He saw her nude form across the room, straddling a naked man crying in sexual bliss. Fiona's wings and horns were extended; it would not be long before Vince's soul belonged to her.

Fiona turned her head over her shoulder. "You got here fast. I'm impressed!"

"Fiona, let him go!" Drayce demanded.

"And why would I want to do that? Can't you see he's happy? I've taken special care of him because he is your friend. It's a fantastic way for him to die, isn't it? Besides, my hunger cannot wait any longer."

"Wait! He doesn't deserve this! Yeah, he killed an innocent child, but it was an accident. A mistake that he carried on his shoulders most of his life. He truly feels sorry for what he did, and he's tried to make amends."

Fiona kept up her pace, sliding her wet demonic pussy up and down Vince's mortal shaft. "Trying to make 'amends' means nothing in the end. His soul is corrupt, and there's nothing he can do to change that."

Drayce raised his voice. "So that's it?! If a person makes a single mistake they're fucked? No hope for redemption?"

"You would be correct," Fiona said dryly.

"Well, that's bullshit! Travis, Gabriel, Antonio, those two thugs; all of them didn't give a shit about anyone other than themselves and their dark desires. Vince isn't like them! Maybe some people don't deserve a second chance, but he does."

Fiona moaned, reveling in her pleasure. "Who are you to decide who is worthy and who is not?"

"Nobody. But I know this: there is good in him, just like there is good in you."

Fiona stopped in mid stroke. "Wha- What did you just say?"

"This morning, after the shower, that kiss we shared. I-I felt something. Not just from me, but from you also."

"Are you that clueless?" Fiona laughed. "I was just trying to tempt you some more. You are nothing but a tool to me, a means to an end. At times, you're also an entertaining plaything. Nothing more."

Drayce froze seeing her with a smug look. "I call that bullshit. You may be able to read minds, but I've made a career out of reading between the lines. You care about me as more than a 'plaything' and that frightens you. You seem to try to seduce me, but I wonder if you'd actually go through with it."

Fiona's eyes glowed red, glaring at Drayce with Hell's fury. "Don't you dare stand there and act like you know anything about me! I am a succubus, a consumer of souls. I am incapable of kindness!"

Fiona resumed her sex with Vince, only now a much faster speed. She was angered, an emotion Drayce had not seen out of her before. She slammed her pussy hard against Vince's helpless body repeatedly.

"Vince! You have to resist her!" Drayce shouted.

It was of no use. Vince was completely entranced, focusing only in driving his cock deep into Fiona's hungry nethers.

Drayce had to do something! He knew he could not physically stop her. He had to bargain.

"Fiona, stop! I couldn't save Phoebe, but I can save Vince."

Fiona once again glared at him. "What makes you think so?"

Drayce took a deep breath. "I'll take his place."

Fiona stopped her merciless fucking. "You, a pure soul, want to take the place of one of the corrupt? I don't find you palatable."

"Then corrupt me."

Fiona was dumbfounded. She climbed off Vince's erection, then walked over to Drayce. Her demonic presence was in full force. "You believe he deserves a second chance that much?"

"Yes." Drayce answered.

"Are you willing to die for that belief? Your soul, your very being, damned for all eternity?"

Drayce swallowed hard. By damning his soul, he would not find Phoebe's killer. At least he would save a life. His decision was made.

"Yes. I offer my soul in exchange for his safety."

Fiona's red glowing eyes glared, staring deep into Drayce's. "Take him and get out of my lair," Fiona said through clenched teeth.

"Wha-?"

"I said, you two, get out!" she growled, "Before I change my mind and kill you both!"

Fiona was truly intimidating when angered. Drayce did not waste time. He grabbed his naked friend off the bed and slung him over his shoulder.

"Um, his mind?" Drayce asked.

Fiona grumbled. Her hand glowed as she put it on Vince's head.

"Done. Now go!"

Fiona opened the portal leading outside. Drayce carried Vince, stepping through and out of her sight. She closed the portal, then stood motionless, collecting her thoughts. She walked to the painting with the blonde girl in the blue dress overlooking a cliff at a burning village.

"You're wrong about me Drayce. There is no good in me, not after all I've done. And yet..."

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