Page 55 of Soul Redeemed

Ava led the female down to Calix’s cell and ushered her inside.

Calix’s eyes grew wide. His body planked on the bed. “Keep her away from me!”

Ignoring his protest, the female slipped inside, backing herself against the bars, and nudged her head toward him. “With his hands bound, you’ll have to stroke him. Get him off, while I speak the words.”

“In front of you?” Not that Ava had ever been above performing sexual acts for an audience, but something about the situation felt too personal for her. Perhaps the visuals of Calix getting himself off in front of her continuously played on loop, inciting pangs of jealousy.

“Do you want my help, or not? That Diablis steel isn’t going to hold when he decides to take what he needs.”

Glancing back at the woman, Ava nodded, before kneeling beside the cot.

With his head tipped back, body thrashing, she eyed the enormous erection that tented his boxers. Sweet merciful gods. As an incubus, his cock was designed to pleasure a woman—long, thick, and rigid with a slight upward curve that hit the spot every damn time.

The monstrous beast poking up through the silk fabric could split Ava in half if she tried to impale herself, and when she peeled back his boxers, her eyes widened at it’s girth. Of course, she’d seen Calix’s package a number of times, but never so fully erect and … huge. Christ, no wonder he was in such pain.

At the same time, her thighs clenched and wetness dampened her panties at the thought of how deep, how good he’d feel inside of her. Like with most incubi, the throbbing of his dick felt like a vibrator, which was why females who’d been fucked in their sleep often assumed they’d dreamed having used one.

Another feature that put his race higher up on the food chain from human males.

The way his hips rolled on the bed, muscles straining, eyes clamped shut, it reminded her how smooth and perfect he’d once moved inside of her. His body had a natural rhythm for sex, and every upward thrust, the tight squeeze of his ass, and the power in his thighs had always left Ava on the brink of madness. Her pussy ached with his mesmerizing moves, as much a part of his seduction as his eyes, his voice, or his touch.

“Gods, you are a lucky woman.”

The voice from behind left her scowling, and Ava slid her body just enough to block the other female’s view of his dick, but not his face.

“I stroke him as you’re doing this?”

“Yes,” the female croaked, and cleared her throat. “I’m sorry. He’s … hard not to look at. No pun intended.”

“Do your best.” The venom in Ava’s voice surprised her. She’d shared Calix with another female before, but had always been the one to bring him to climax at the end. It killed her to know the female, a stranger who hadn’t learned all of his nuances and didn’t have a clue what got him off, happened to be the only person who might bring him some relief. “You can see his face, right?”

“I can,” she responded, and a low chant filled the room.

Licking her lips, Ava gripped his shaft and Calix turned rigid beneath her, hissing with her tight clasp. Up and down, she stroked his length, while the female’s words danced around them like an erotic song.

Grunts of pleasure and the smile tugging his lips told Ava it was working. She hadn’t seen him look so relaxed in the few days she’d been with him.

“Climb on top of me, baby.” His voice oozed down Ava’s spine, tingling every nerve ending. She had to look away from him, his slow and steady movements along her palm, the flexing of his muscles that reminded her of his exquisite control, or she’d risk giving in to him. Gods, the voice of his incubus was deeper, though, and filled with so much promise, her thighs clenched for relief.

Instead, she glanced back at the female behind her, who seemed focused a little too intently on Ava’s face rather than Calix’s. Even as his body calmed, his pain subsiding, she kept her gaze trained on Ava.

Perhaps the Fallen female didn’t trust her, but a flicker of something in her eyes suggested trickery.

Confirmed, when Ava set to relent her grip of Calix, but couldn’t. Her whole body failed to respond to her head’s demands.

“What have you … done?” While she fought the stiffness claiming her limbs, Calix continued his hammering, his pace hastening in her unmoving hand. Her fingers remained curled around his thickness, and though she visualized unfurling them from his shaft, she couldn’t.

“Calix!” Jaw clenched, she pushed the words past her frozen lips. “Calix!”

“He can’t hear you. The chant is all he can sense.”

The female’s voice from behind her snarled Ava’s lips.

Faster and faster, he pumped his hips, locked in some sort of fantasy with his head tipped back, a line of tension running through his muscles that told her he was close to climax.

“You … paralyzed me!” Even Ava’s vocal chords felt locked up in whatever hold the female had placed on her.

A clamor bounced off the walls, as Calix arched his back and roared with the warm jets of cum that coated Ava’s fingers.