Perks of a pact payment +18

Standard disclaimer applies: This story contains fictional depictions of erotic and vulgar scenarios, so if it's immoral for you to be reading it, please avoid it! All characters are at least eighteen, all situations are entirely fictional, and any resemblance to any real-life situations is entirely coincidental.

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—Lucius

Doubt kissed her hair, and she nuzzled her cheek up against his. "Of course you can. Come and sit on our friend's lap, Abbie."

"No, wait, I-" But he had already lifted the girl to his arms so that she laughed, and he settled her into my hold, where she wrapped her arms around my neck and nestled into my embrace.

Oh. Oh, but it felt so nice to hold her. She smelled like her demon owner, and there was something different about her, something that made holding her far different from holding another human.

It was like she was made to fit against a demon, even one who was held in a vampire host. Depravity seemed to tremble in my bloodstream.

Great honor. His voice was reverent in my mind, and it was clear why. Holding her did feel like an honor. I wondered, very briefly, if demons had problems with another demon trying to take their payments from them.

But Depravity quickly gave me the answer with a snarl in my head. Never. They belong to a rightful owner, and it is unholy law. Never would one break it.

Doubt grinned at the way I looked at the girl and moved one of my arms so that I cradled her. He moved my other hand down between her legs, and I let him slide my fingers inside of her channel, closing my eyes to the blissful feel.

She was silky to my touch, and so very ready. She opened up for these touches too, without a blush, so that it was clear Doubt used her body often.

Her body curved against mine, and I opened my eyes to see her smiling up at me. "You had questions, sir."

"I do," I answered softly.

Doubt had let me go, and I was twisting my fingers on my own now, just to watch her body turn flush.

She so readily opened to demonic pleasure, accepting it where every other human feared it. "Do you remember your human life?"

At that question, she glanced at Doubt, who sat across from us, watching me pleasure his ward. "Answer him truly, Abigail. It's alright."

"Yes, sir. I remember." She said it softly, her breasts teasing against my shirt when she shivered with s*xuality. "There was no change, really, not like a vampire goes through anyway. The clock just struck midnight on my birthday, and Master was there. It felt right when he carried me from my home. It's hard to explain. Okay, so, for an example, I would try to date boys like everyone else my age, but one time, the guy tried to kiss me. And I couldn't let it happen. There wasn't a thought of if I wanted to or not. There was only the reaction of backing away before I could think about it."

She blushed in my arms. "I gave up after that. But there were little things like that, all through my life, things that felt wrong or that didn't add up. And then I was in his arms, and those things fell into place. Sometimes, I would feel sad when I remembered my life, my family, but it was only a temporary family. That was 70 years ago, though. Most of them are all dead now."

70 years.

She looked like he had just collected her. I scissored my fingers inside of her, and she moaned. It was all I could do to turn my attention to Doubt. "Do they all stop aging?"

He leaned back, his hands behind his head, the picture of ease. "Most do. It depends on what the owner wants, really. I know a few demons who kill them in front of the pact violator when they get them. That always seemed like a waste to me since they're the perfect creatures for us. They travel with us, serve our needs, give us companionship and s*x. They're wonderfully adaptive, as well. Some of the names of violence prefer little torture toys, and their wards always develop an extremely high pain tolerance along with an ability to heal. I prefer Abigail as a s*xual creature."

He grinned, and Depravity whimpered. "She craves it, burns for it continually. Her s*x drive is unrivaled, leaving barely enough room in her mind for things like the different languages she loves so much. She never grows hair from the neck down, and her little p*ssy is always wet. Like I said, little vampire, I don't know how to explain. They are payments."

He shrugged. "Even now, your ward is wondering what is missing from her life. She's seeing the pact brand appear in her flesh and wondering why it soothes her to see it there. They are what we make of them. I'm not sure what that means for you and yours. As I said, I haven't seen a hybrid like you receive a payment. If it seems like too much trouble, you could just kill it."

"No." I said it instantly, and Doubt smiled.

He spoke of it so easily. He spoke of things like ownership as if they were second nature, but he looked at the girl in my arms with such affection that it didn't feel like the thoughts that went with slavery.

Yet I knew he was right. Not every demon would have the same desire for their ward. I was both disturbed and aroused by those thoughts, wondering how this would play out.

They were what we made them to be, he said, but what would D and I make ours to be when the two of us together were something strange and volatile as it was?

Did my desires even matter in this case?

He was the demon. What if his were the only ones that mattered? Depravity wasn't a very coherent creature, so I worried infinitely about how his desires might manifest in a ward like that.

And what if it did matter what my desires were? What did I want from a payment that could be absolutely anything?

A fledgling.

The answer was instant in my mind, and I knew it for the truth. I cuddled the girl in my arms while she arched with desire.

After a moment of quiet, Doubt knelt between her legs and licked over my fingers so that she cried out her pleasure.

Together, we teased her and made her cum and each time only seemed to make her more needy, rather than help alleviate her desire.

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