Bitter Submission ✓

Chapter Six

|Six|
|Jesse|

As expected, Occult was packed. This club was full of underage goth wannabes, along with the guys who were dragged here by their weird freaky dates. Some kids who came here probably wanted to become a vampire themselves, which was a complete waste of time. The Demon Consul banned turning humans. There were some actual vampires and witches, but that was upstairs. Upstairs probably had more of a calmer feel than the first floor.

There were more succubi than I thought Some were dancing in cages, grinding on middle-age men, or serving drinks to the drunks. Occult was definitely incubi owned. The succubi were just happy little sacks of sex energy. Little did they know, we were going to flood in the area. I sent out slithers of sex energy, waiting for every succubus to tense up and look around in paranoia. Knowing some, they would want to come towards me and ask me if they were worthy of me taking their life force. Typically, I would, but I wasn't here for that. Not this time.

A familiar scent tickled my nose. I scanned the dance floor area, narrowing my eyes in curiosity. My eyes landed on a beauty that was grinding against another succubus and a guy--an incubus to be exact. The girl turned her face around and it was none other than Luxinia Steele. I watched as she moved her body in with the two people with her. She danced like she owned the place. I didn't know this was one of her haunts. 

Her body moved with a flexibility that I had not seen a woman do--ever. Luxinia's sweat-slicked body moved like an enchanted snake, undulating beside her two dance partners. The three of them were connected somehow, and I noticed they truly enjoyed each other's company. The incubus grabbed the other succubi's jaw and kissed her passionately. Luxinia danced between them, gyrating her ass against him. His hand snaked down and cupped her breast, all while kissing the other. Part of me felt as if I was intruding. He looked young, although very familiar.

Lux immediately stopped dancing and looked around. I smirked and lost myself the crowd, watching her move out of the dance floor and towards the bar. Knowing her perceptiveness, she probably knew there was an incubus in the area. However, she wouldn't know it was me. I sauntered towards the bar, sitting right next to her on a stool. I made sure my sex energy was concealed completely so she wouldn't sense me.

My eyes drifted to her dark hair. From closer inspections, I noticed that she wore a dress that looked sinfully sweet on her. I saw stockings that when up to her thigh and something black under her dress. Could that be a garter belt? My little minx was very naughty. I was almost as if she was asking to get something from me come tonight. 

I pictured me using my teeth to take that little garter belt and shoving it in her mouth while I fucked her from behind. Making this little succubus moan and submit to me. She would be my slave. It would nice to have one. I haven't had a permanent submissive since my last one. I refused to have one though. I never understood why. Every time I went to acquire one, my whole body would shake with fear and anger. That weakness I had no choice but to keep under wraps. What a tease. No matter how much I fantasized about taking her, I couldn't.

The bartender tipped his head up at me waiting for my order. "Whiskey neat." The bartender nodded and walked away to make my drink.

I glanced at Luxinia again, watching her order sex on the beach. She nervously played with a ring that was tied by a metal thin rope around her neck. My eyes narrowed in curiosity. The ring glimmered in the strobe lights showing a capital P on it. What could P stand for? P...  P... The first thing that came to my mind was the incubus rings we get when we are officially determined as a Greater Demon aka, a powerful incubus.