Courts and Cabals by G.S. D'Moore (best e reader for academics txt) 📕

to take my offer without exhausting all your other options,” her words were surprisingly kind, and they meant a lot to me right now. “I also knew Aveena wouldn’t budge. I know my half-sister, and her temperament. She’ll take nothing less than your complete loyalty, or your head.”

“Half-sister . . .?”

“Oh, now I get it,” I pointed at her and chuckled. “Her Fae daddy fucked your succubus mommy, and now I’m caught in the middle of your sisterly shitstorm. That’s just fucking great.”

“I didn’t create your predicament,” she answered calmly. “But my saving you surely didn’t help.”

I exhaled angrily, but bit my tongue. I was here to get what I wanted. “Fine. Whatever. I’ve got my counterproposal,” she gestured for me to continue. “Three thousand a feeding, five feedings a month, a ten thousand dollar signing bonus, and I’m willing to talk terms on the non-compete. If you want to pass me around like a bong to some super sexy friends, I’m fine by that if the price is right. No dudes though. Some people go both ways. I’m sure you do from time to time, but that’s not my style.”

“That all sounds reasonable,” she nodded as she did some mental math.

“I also want anything over five feedings to be pay and a half. I’ve seen what my stuff can do, and if you like it as much as I know you do, you’ll have to pay up to tap this well,” I pointed at my junk. She laughed and my heart skipped a beat.

“I accept,” she waved her hand and the documents appeared on the table in front of us.

I read them over carefully; she was a succubus of an infernal cabal after all. They might have gotten a shitty reputation over the centuries, but anyone who could afford to pay me fifteen grand a month, just for the pleasure of my dick; I wouldn’t put it past them to add some legal loopholes in the fine print. Thankfully, everything was written plainly, and with another wave of her hand, she produced a pen.

“Do I need to sign in blood?” I wondered.

“Black or blue ink will be fine,” she smirked.

With a deep breath, I put pen to paper and signed away the next five years of my life. I waited for something to happen; a force to come over me as I became the First of a powerful succubus’s harem, my dick to grown another four inches as some mystical sex power seized ahold of me, or even a twinge of lust. I got nothing.

“That’s it?” I looked over to where she was signing the contract herself with the same pen.

“That’s it,” she smiled, and the pen disappeared. The documents went into her bag.

“Do we consummate this now?” I asked.

“Whoa, down boy,” she replied with a stopping motion. “I’m not letting that monster inside me until I have more data.”

I couldn’t believe it. I never thought I’d live to see the day a succubus turned down sex.

“What I will do is this,” she leaned forward, and gently, tenderly, pressed her lips to mine.

I felt lightening flash through my veins and my vision swam. Judging by the look on her face, she was just as light headed. “That . . .” she shook her head, and seemed to brush off whatever she was going to say.

“What did you do?” I asked.

“I marked you,” she informed, but as I looked myself over, I couldn’t see anything. “It’s a magical mark, that show’s you’re associated with the Venetian Cabal.”

“You magically branded me?” I raised an eyebrow. “I thought I wasn’t some cow that was going to get milked.”

“It’s not a brand. It’s a warning to anyone who might harm you,” she countered. “The Venetian Cabal is respected and feared throughout the world. Any supernatural will look at you and see my mark. If they try to fuck with you, they know we’re honor bound to return the favor; and we’ve got a huge cock,” she grinned, and I couldn’t help but grin too.

“Even Fae?” I asked the only question that mattered.

“Even Fae,” she confirmed with a nod. “Do you know why succubae are so powerful?” she leaned back in her chair.

“Because humans think about sex about a hundred times a day,” I replied.

“True,” she acknowledged the point, “but also because we don’t have a specific weakness. Shifters have silverbane, Fae have cold iron, vamps have too much exposure to UV. Mages have tremendous offensive and defensive abilities, but they are still human at their core. A solid punch and they go down. Most supernaturals have some natural or genetic deficiency that makes it easier to stop them. Me and my kind don’t have that issue,” she informed, and I was intrigued.

“Even though you are half-Fae?” I questioned.

The somewhat-evil smile she gave me showed why humans had thought her kind were demon-spawn for centuries. I was a little intimidated.

“The Fae are proud and arrogant. When a Fae lord agreed to an experiment with my mother, his ego assumed any offspring would be Fae. The Fae think too much in terms of blood, and not enough in terms of genetics. Before my mother even offered the proposition, we’d done our research, run simulations with DNA mixtures, and come to a conclusion: succubus genes are stronger the Fae genes. I got all of their strengths and none of their weaknesses, while retaining my own succubus abilities.”

“If you don’t mind me asking, what abilities?” I figured it couldn’t hurt to know more about the woman who’d agreed to protect me.

“I don’t mind at all. After all, the contract between us goes both ways,” she smiled, and I felt the day’s tension leaving my body. “I have a succubae’s preternatural strength, speed, and all-around toughness. I feed off the sexual energy of all creatures, and