Chapter 2

"Lust is a tool. Desire a trap. Wield the first, and you can take someone's soul. Fall into the second, and they can take yours."

-RILEY SHANE.

May 12th, 2023

Hell Dimension Alister's Territory

"My loves, come and catch me." As I leap through trees, my sharp talon-like nails digging into dampened timber and pulling up the bark, I hear her teasing request followed by the sweetest laughter. I'm going to catch her. My tail swishing through the air, the spear tip cutting down the branches in my path, I look down. I observe my other mate. He's chasing her through the trees, snarling, his white fur gleaming in the moonlight, a truly alluring sight to behold. I look down through the trees, focusing on my target; I see her figure, and as I adjust my eyes to the darkness, I begin to see her entire body. Oh, she's stunning; my penis jerks at the thought of being so close to catching her. Just a tad more. Yes, it's time. I leap from the tree, my wings flowing out from behind my back, my arms outstretched. I tumble as she steps sideways, trying to regain my balance. I groan and faceplant into the ground, my head turning to the side. I notice the little minx smile and blow me a kiss. She restarts her run. I stand up, shake my wings off, tuck them behind my back, and sprint after her. As my other mate approaches, his large fox body shifts mid-air as he pins her on her back; his half-shifted form is now on top of her body holding her down, I look at her grinning. I stop running and begin walking to my mates I can't wait to punish her.

"Time to wake up, my sleepy head," someone shakes me awake. I grab the person and pin beneath me. My eyes adjust, hissing as I notice the man's body beneath mine. Another incubus looks up at me with ruby-colored eyes, short tousled brown hair, plump pink lips, and sharp teeth. "I enjoy looking at your face, my prince, but I'd rather you fuck me with that long, hard morning wood." I feel a little guilty looking at my hard-on this morning because it wasn't meant for him, but I'm so horny I don't care; I need the release and to feed, and the smell of his lust is definitely enough to satisfy my appetite. "I believe I'll take you up on your offer." As I grab him and turn him over, I can't help but smile in amusement. I'm disgusted and can't look him in the eyes while doing this. His back arch is in excellent condition. His ass, on the other hand, is too skinny, lacking in flesh. I don't mind the lack of meat on his body because his lustful energy makes my mouth water. As I part his ass and see his already lubricated hole, my penis twitches. Oh, he's never been to my bed because everyone who has knows I like rimming my lovers with my tongue; first, before doing more foreplay, I grab him by his hair, and he whimpers in pain. The scent of his fear begins to permeate the air, and my eyes roll back in pleasure at the heady scent. It's intoxicating; it makes my dick harder and tempts me to hurt him even more.

"Tell me did my brother send you," he screams as I pull his hair harder, his dick bobbing in the air and his ass firmly pressed to my penis. "Yes! I didn't have a choice. Please don't hurt me, prince Alister, I'm his pet". I can't help but laugh at his request; even if he was my brother's pet, he had the choice to come into my bed and deceive me; pets aren't slaves; they are vultures who love to seduce the royal fractions in order to gain power. I'm sure Nikkel offered to give this naive pet a title in exchange for information on me, because he's so stupid to think he's not being used he excepted and now here we are. I enjoy hearing anguished screams. I enjoy inflicting pain. And knowing that my brother sent his pet to my bed, most likely to spy on me, adds to the enjoyment of what I'm about to do to my new lover. "Did my dear brother mention my incubus title to you?" Tears stream down the poor pet's cheeks, and the smell of his lust has faded, replaced by fear, his energy amplified. "My dear, I'm known as the Masochist Feeder. My entire game revolves around causing pain to my lovers". As my arm snakes under his and my hand wraps around his throat, I whisper in his ear the torture I inflicted on my previous lovers.

He begins to cry louder, his body shivering and his dick flaccid. I ram my dick up his tight hole, choking him as I pound into him without mercy, he screams, my dick is big even for an incubus 13 inches the girth is equivalent to a regular sized soda can and veins run down the shaft to meet a very pronounced tip. It was made perfectly for masochists. His energy tastes good. As he begins to pass out from the pain, I laugh at the ceiling. "No, you don't. I want you to feel it". My top and bottom fangs descend, and I bite his shoulder, injecting him with my venom. His once limp dick rises, and he moans as my venom runs through him. "Why do I feel good when it hurts? Hurt me even more. I crave more." He yells this, grabbing my hand around his throat and slamming his ass into my cock, and I smile as the energy I'm feeding on fills with his pleasure. "I'm going to ruin you for everyone, including your mate." I turn him over, stuffing his face into the bed and he moans grabbing and clawing at the sheets. My wings spread in delight as his ass begins to clench on my dick. I look down because I smell blood. His asshole is bleeding. I guess the lubricant wasn't enough. I don't care. His energy fills me with pleasure and I pull away, cumming on his back. As my climax unfolds, I see stars. I look down at his gaping and blood-smeared anus and rub my cum on his now prolapsed asshole he winces and then moans in pleasure.

Smiling at my handy work, I get out of bed, and grab my black silk robe. I walk back to bed to see him curled up in a ball, sobbing pitifully. "Don't cry, pet, you were a tasty meal," I say, his hand is frantically jerking off his dick which is now sticky with pre-cum. "I need to cum, please." I enjoy it when they beg. Unfortunately for him, my venom will keep him on the verge of pleasure, never allowing him to climax while it is in his system. It should last until tomorrow; his poor mate will not be bred tonight due to the mate hunt. That's if he can find his mate tonight. This will be his punishment. In contrast to him, biting my mate is the opposite. My venom would heighten their sexual senses and cause them to cum solely from the bite. It also increases their chances of fertility and makes their libido last as long as I am hard. I can't wait to find my mate tonight. It would mean that I could finally have my horns and my mother's chosen gift. And I can finally feel loved, not just the emptiness of being lusted, looking down at him; the disgust I felt earlier returns; he's not my mate. I walk up to the door and open it. In the hall, I notice my two maids waiting. "Prince Alister, your bath is ready," I continue walking. "Thank you, Vannesa. I have a gift for both of you." My stomach lurches as I smell lust emanating from my maids. Everyone thinks I'm a homosexual incubus because I only feed on male presenting incubuses, but the truth is that I can't stand the smell of lust from anything female other than the women in my dreams; the smell makes me sick and angry.

"My brother's spy is jerking off in my bed. I know you and your mate Lulu aren't into men. His energy will be all over the place, and you won't need to touch him to feed off of him once you're done with him. Take him wherever my brother sent him and take the rest of the day off". Vannesa and her friend Lulu run past me, giggling. As I sit in the tub, I think long and hard. I'm not sure why, but it's been this way since I got my incubus title. When we first have sex during the ritual, we are given a title; the title is given so that if we are ever summoned to the human realm, our sexual powers will be preserved. Our transition from adolescent to adult is complete after we receive our title and have our first sexual experience. This ritual occurs at the age of one hundred and eighteen in human years. We have no sexual desires before that, so we never have to eat or sleep. The ritual that gives us adulthood, power, beauty, and immortality also makes us crave sex; without sexual energy, we wither and lose our minds. The ritual that grants us immortality and incubus or succubus powers also grants us genitalia. We have no sexual organs before the ritual. We're all smooth as sexless dolls. We drink mother Lilith's blood and then enter a sexual trance, which leads to an orgy. The first to drink from her are proclaimed royalty queen, king, princess, prince, duchess, or duke; the advisers, who transform into both male and female, often shape-shifting between the two or fusing and becoming hermaphrodites they are the best hunters and guards faster than even a vampire and have the best reflexes of all supernaturals.

Then there's the circle of mages, who are all sexless and are used for their foresight powers in times of crisis; they're still classified as succubus and incubus demons because they all came from Lilith's blood, but they're called marbuses. Mostly because mother Lilith's friend Marbas was present when the first blood ritual took place. Lilith didn't know what to make of her first children, the mages, who were disgusted by sex and sexual energy, refusing to feed and nearly starving to death. Lilith was so distressed that she begged Lucifer for assistance, pleading with him not to let her children die. Lucifer felt sorry for Lilith and dispatched Marbas, the most knowledgeable, to investigate. He discovered through tests that they did not feed on sexual energy, but rather on intellectual energy; he also discovered that they had wisdom and knowledge on par with him. So he told her to put mar in their name so they could enter his realm whenever they wanted, a place full of infinite wisdom and knowledge from every realm ever created. Because of its connection to the realms, Marbas' realm never runs out of intelligence. Marbuses still mate, but with non-sexual partners. They feed on some of the most intelligent creatures, humans, and supernaturals in all realms and universes. Unlike other incubus and succubus species, marbuses only need to feed once every decade. Marbuses are revered by all because Lilith regards them as her most prized offspring. When they are not with Marbas, they live with Lilith and share their vast knowledge with her. The previous rulers crown the rest of the first to drink her blood. After handing over the throne, the old rulers are granted the privilege of selecting land and living in leisure and wealth in the human world.

Some choose to live with Lilith in a realm similar to the Garden of Eden, but with a lot more sex and parties. I get out of the bath and start putting on my robe when I hear my brother yell, "You son of a bitch!" I exit the bathroom and enter the hallway. "How could you possibly do that to James? He was a gift from me to you." My brother is beautiful beyond words, with high cheekbones, big plump lips, ebony skin, and a lean muscular body shape, his long red locs and dark skin glistening from the hall's light almond eyes burning with anger. Except for our hair, green eyes, and big plump lips, we are complete opposites; he is elegantly handsome, while I am roguishly handsome a tan almost copper skin color, a square jawline, a larger muscular body frame, and eyelids that sit heavily over my eyes, giving them a sleepy appearance. "Oh please, a gift you're going to have to try harder than that, Nikkel; he wasn't a gift but a spy," I snarl. Even though he drank Lilith's blood before me, Nikkal is a duke. It's because of the incubus title he was given, glutton of the essence. If you are given the title, you are automatically made Duke, regardless of the order in which you were given Lilith's blood, because that title makes you more prone to acquiring the capability of lust glutton. Even Lilith is threatened by this ability. Being made Duke automatically weakens your powers because you are given less of her blood and thus less of her essence. As a result, my relationship with my brother has always been strained. He sighs and looks at me as if I've lost it. "Look, you Sadistic bastard, today we're going to find our mates. I just thought if you took some of that sadism out on someone else, you wouldn't fucking kill your mate!"

I whip my tail out wrapping him by the throat with it. My teeth elongating as rage overwhelms me. "You're not the doting brother, and my future mate has nothing to do with you," he laughs, "you think you're better than me because you got crowned prince. Well little brother let's see if your mate thinks the same once I sink my claws in their flesh." My tail squeezes tighter around his throat as my rage consumes me. "Be careful, brother, because it appears you have forgotten your tongue," I say, bringing my lips to his ear. "Alister, unhand your brother right now," mother says, and my tail unwraps from around his neck. I kneel down before her "mother; he threatened my mate; I was defending their honor," as she walks, her garnet-colored silk gown trails behind her like flowing blood, her pale skin shimmers like diamonds. Red hair cascading down her back in sensual curls, she exuded seductive energy. No man or woman would suspect her tenacious and lethal nature, which in this moment is radiating off her in waves. As mother Lilith walks up to us, Nikkal kneels beside me, "My sons, you may rise for today is special." We both rise from the ground, our gaze fixed on her black-draped face. I know she's correct. She only hides her face when events that will change the course of history occur. It's her way of paying homage to past fates. "I despise watching my sons fight; you're both far superior to those lesser instincts." "Today is the mating ritual, and both of you are destined for greatness," she says. Kissing Nikkal's cheek while lovingly looking over at me she let's out a sorrowful sigh. "Nikkal I know you despise the hand you've been dealt in life. I am sorry and repentant. But your future has changed today, and all I can say is that fate has granted your wish." Looking at her, he speaks excitingly, "Mother, are you saying I become a prince when I find my mate?" She walks to the door, laughing, and looks over her shoulder. "Pack your bags, my sons, for your serendipity awaits," she says. She's gone with those words. We both look at each other, puzzled. My mother has a theatrical streak; she enjoys being whimsical. I laugh with relief as I hug him, then lean back, look him in the eyes, and speak with sincerity, "I hope you grow into a better brother; our paths were predetermined before we were born. I want to forget about our feud." He returns my stare, reaching out and touching my shoulder. "I would like that as well, brother," he says as he walks away. Smirking, I turn from the hall and look into my bedroom door. It's time to pack; if mother Lilith is honoring the fates, this mating ritual will be one hell of a ritual. "Definitely my type of ritual." I say.