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In AD 452, the Blood Coven, led by the warlock known as the Cambion
from Wales, divided the world into three realms: Scath, Darque, and Earth.
Such was necessary to avert the doom of humankind.
Scath, Present Day
Daire leaned into the firm cushions of the sofa, crossing his legs,
fingering the crease in his expensive tan wool Zegna trousers. He savored
their feel against his skin. Like every incubus, his flesh was sensitive,
responding to decadent textures. It was why he’d worn silk boxers and a
blended-fabric, black Tom Ford turtleneck sweater. The touch of luxury was
orgasmic to his breed.
After a lengthy session where several important bills passed through
the discussion phase, Daire had accompanied fellow lawgivers to the Blood
Shed in Covenkirk for a relaxing drink. Significant legislation awaited
passage, including his own proposal, which loosened restrictions on
interbreed mating. Other bills before the lawgivers addressed farming
protection for ylve food producers and an expansion of demon construction
licenses.
While his associates discussed policy-making issues over their
drinks, Daire’s senses roamed the bar. He inhaled the rampant lust, sensual
vitality, and joie de vivre emanating from the patrons’ lifeforces. The room
was a treasure trove of self-indulgence and debauchery. Of course, as an
incubus, he could not feed unless he touched skin-to-skin, but he could
enjoy the aroma. It was as if an exotic female wearing a luxurious perfume
swept by him, their shoulders brushing but no more. He stifled a groan of
pleasure, his lids dropping to half-mast.
Lifeforce was an energy that flowed through living things. It
absorbed, carried, and exuded desire, gratification, passion, all of which
nourished incubi and succubi. They needed only to touch bare skin.
Extracting too much could kill the host. Extracting just enough provided
sexual delight for the giver and for the taker.
Daire nodded at a comment from Rike, a berserker lawgiver, a giant
prick with a high opinion of himself. The male babbled on about Aeternal
society on Scath. How it wasn’t what it had been in the old days. Once
again, he explained why he refused to support Daire’s bill.
When a nymph waitress delivered their drinks, Daire winked at her.
It was expected of his breed, and he was obliging. He eyed her tight, short
leather skirt and snug see-through top showing off nipple rings. In the old
days, females dressed more modestly. He preferred today.
While she posed in front of him, fist on hip, breasts jutted forward,
Daire reached out a hand to stroke her bare thigh. Inviting. Soft. Tasty. Her
lifeforce was sweet with a hint of lemon. Delicate.
She lifted her brows. “I’d let you make a full meal of me after I get
off my shift, but big party with some satyrs on Elysian Isle later.”
“My loss,” he said, accepting his drink. The Shed brimmed with
succulent, tempting females tonight.
Smiling over her shoulder at Daire, she nearly stumbled, walking
away.
“Do you understand?” asked Rike, his tone commanding, his eyes
flashing with the outrage of the righteous.
“Not really.” Rolling his Demon Scourge whiskey around in his
tumbler, Daire admired the amber sheets of liquor clinging to the sides of
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