Eriq pulled Sofia through the doorway of the training room. Lucy was already here, nude and ready to go. He did so enjoy an anxious pupil. She was submissive by nature, so he didn’t have much work to do.
Sofia’s step faltered when she saw the raven-haired female seated on a dark stool in the center of the room. Her eyes were so dark they looked black.
From scent, she could tell she was a tree nymph, one of the species who needed to feed from sex in order to live, much like the succubi.
“Hello, Lucy,” Eriq greeted the nymph.
“Good evening, Eriq. Your friend is beautiful. Is she part of my training tonight?”
Sofia’s cheeks reddened, unused to being called beautiful. Had Lucy not looked in the mirror? She was the one with the looks.
Sofia wondered what her cherry-red lips would feel like. She’d never kissed a female, but she was open to new experiences, especially those involving Eriq.
“This is Sofia. Sofia, this is Lucy. She is new to Club Shadow. As you know, I handle most of the training for the employees who wish to be a part of our members’ more carnal activities.”
Club Shadow was a sex club, but not everyone who visited the manor arrived with the intention of having sex. Some simply wanted to mingle with other immortals.
Quite a few meetings and business deals took place on the premises. The club’s privacy policies and security were popular among its members.
The new hires trained by Eriq, like Lucy, had all requested to be allowed to have intercourse with members. Many of them needed it for sustenance and it was an easy way to fill that need without complications.
It was why Lucy had come to the club and applied. She was having difficulty finding enough people to feed her. She could siphon from humans, but she had to be careful as they were physically weaker than immortals.
Others who came to the club to work were more like Sofia, having unfulfilled sexual needs and desperately seeking partners to satisfy those needs.
Amelia and Eriq ensured everything was safe and consensual. No one was asked to do anything he or she did not want to do. They wanted the environment to be mutually beneficial to all involved parties.
Eriq looked at Sofia, who was still flush with desire. He was good at reading body language. Hers had already subtly agreed.
“Sofia is my … guest. I’d like her to watch, if that’s okay with you, Lucy?”
“Of course,” she replied.
Eriq escorted Sofia to a narrow couch across the room.
“Sit,” he commanded.
“By myself?”
“Sit, Sofia.”
She frowned, but lowered herself to the cushion, sitting ramrod straight. She wasn’t sure what he was going to have her do—but she was definitely interested.
Eriq went to his knees in front of Sofia. His large hands grasped her calves, then slid slowly up to her inner thighs.
“Spread them, Koshenya.”
When she hesitated, he roughly pushed them apart. Her eyes flashed angrily, and he grinned. Her disobedience excited him.
He was used to hesitancy from those he trained. He wasn’t used to liking it. Sofia called to him on primitive level. She fascinated him. No one had ever plagued his thoughts the way Sofia did.
“I want you to do what you were doing in the bar,” he told her.
“You want me to touch myself?”
“Yes.”
“What will you be doing?”
“Watching.”
Her nostrils flared, and her mouth made a humming noise. Eriq swore he felt it in his cock. If Lucy wasn’t here, he’d destroy Sofia’s panties and fuck her raw.
“What about Lucy?” she asked.
“Why? Are you interested in Lucy?”
“Well … I …” she tried to get her words in order, but it was very distracting with his hands on her thighs and Lucy watching intently.
When she found her voice, she said, “I’m assuming you brought me to this room for a reason, Eriq. There’s a third person here, so I’m curious.”
“Of course, you are. I brought you here so I could watch you touch yourself while I train Lucy. Tonight is her second go at something I really like doing—and I want you to be the one to see it.”
Sofia’s breath hitched.
“You like the idea of that, don’t you, Sofia? Would you like to see me shove my cock inside her? Make her scream? Maybe you’ll do what I did and picture yourself in her place?”
Sofia was panting now. Everything he said was so naughty, so dirty. So perfect. Her father wanted to turn her into some puritanical version of what he thought a daemon should be.
It wasn’t what she was or what she wanted. This was what she wanted—freedom to explore every possibility. To learn what she liked, to feed off energies produced by sex without shame.
“In fact,” Eriq said, pulling her back to the present, “that’s what I want you to do, Koshenya.”
Her thighs were shaking. She wanted him to touch her. She wished it had been him instead of Mateo. Sofia regretted walking away from Eriq.
He leaned close, putting his mouth to her ear.
“I have to say, I like the idea of it very much.”
His finger slid under her panties, lightly grazing her sensitive skin. Her fingernails dug into her palms.
“I had to watch you with that fuckwit who didn’t know how to give you what you need. I returned to my room and came all over my hand.”
Sofia groaned, picturing it.
“Now it’s your turn, Kitten. I want you to watch us, pretend it’s you under me. Then I want you to come all over your hand. Can you do that for me?”
Sofia pushed her hips forward, seeking more from his fingers. He pinched her labia between his knuckles and she stilled.
“Answer me Sofia. If you can’t do this, you can leave, and I won’t stop you.”
He wasn’t sure if his words were true. At the very least he’d chase after her. Something told him she’d stay, but he wasn’t positive.
“I want to stay,” she stated quietly.
“Good. I want you to stay, too.”
Eriq removed his hand from her panties, placing the tips of his fingers under his nose and inhaling. She smelled just as he remembered. Her tantalizing scent was imprinted on his brain.
Sofia didn’t know it, but this was going to be her first lesson from Eriq.