My Saviors

CHAPTER ONE

"No...please...stop!" I don't like this!" No please..."

My eyes flutter open to the sound of a loud bang. I sit up breathing heavy because of the nightmare I've just had. It takes me a minute to realize that my master is in my room. He speaks, "Ariel. You have a client waiting. Hurry up and get dressed." I nod in response. I do exactly what he told me and come out with an oversized see-through t-shirt on.

"Very good. Now we don't want to keep this client waiting much longer, do we?" He motions me to follow him, and I do so, not saying a word. We reach the client's room. My master knocks on the door and before opening he hears the okay. I walk in behind my master and stand tall, so I don't look totally exhausted still.

"Ah, Mr. Aurelius, I'm thankful for you bringing him to me." The client says grinning. He looks wealthy and is dressed in a very nice suit and wears what looks to be a hidden necklace. His hair is a beautiful shade of black that suits his cunning amber eyes. Weird combination. He is sitting on the edge of the bed with an obvious hard on.

"Ariel. Introduce yourself to Mr. Voltaire. You'll be taking care of him for the majority of today." I nod.

"My name is Ariel. I am from the incubus species, and I am 19 years in human age." I say as loud as my exhausted voice can.

"Ariel...that's an adorable name. My name is Adam Voltaire. It's a pleasure to meet you." He says while reaching out his hand towards me. I look at my master for reassurance, and he gives a nod. I take Mr. Voltaire's hand and say, "The pleasure is all mine, Mr. Voltaire."

"Oh no, please just call me Adam. After all you'll grow very fond of me in a very short time to come." he says with a questionable smirk on his face.

"Well, I believe that I should be leaving you two now. Let me know if you need anything Mr. Voltaire and please enjoy our finest of servicers." My master says before leaving the two of us alone. Finest of servicers? I wonder what he means by that. I mean yes, I am one of the best in the art of sex, but I'm still not sure what he meant by that.

"Now that he's gone, I can finally begin. Ariel, would you please come sit on my lap." I nod and make my way over to him. I climb into his lap, straddling him. I can feel his hard on. I know I've done this countless times, but I can never get used to being turned on this way, it's a rather unusual method.

"I really don't know what I would've done if I had to wait much longer." He says grabbing my hips. My face heats up a little and I already know that blush is slowly creeping its way onto my face. He presses me down, causing my bare ass to grind down on him.

"Oh, how I wish I could just be inside you already, but I'm not that inconsiderate." He says continuing to force me to grind on him.

"You know, I've heard that having sex with an incubus is like being sent to both heaven and hell. Is that true?" he asks, looking at me.

"Many people believe in that myth, but in reality, all we do is feed off it. Sex isn't important to an incubus except for reproduction and a survival source." I say answering his question as best I can without moaning.

"Hm, I see, well I'll just have to wait and see for myself, won't I?" He says smirking.

"I guess so." I say.

"You really know how to make a guy turned on, don't you?" He says, giving a smirk.

"Maybe just a little." I say in return. I realize how close we are and wonder if I should turn my head the other way, but before I can he leans in and takes me into a deep passionate kiss. I've never felt such emotion, such care, from a client ever before. I pull away gasping for air, with a shocked expression all over my flushed face.