Courts and Cabals by G. D'Moore (top 10 ebook reader .txt) 📗

I even remember some emperors having a different concubine for every day of the year. From a historical perspective, I knew Genghis Khan had a harem. It was rumored he fathered hundreds of children, and his bloodline could be traced in the gene pools of two dozen ethnic groups throughout Eurasia.

“Yes,” I answered her tentatively, but suspected her definition was slightly different.

“You’re correct that succubae feed on the sexual energy of others, but what most people don’t know is that we’ve never been flagrant about it. Just like vamps, a few bad apples of our kind have given us a bad name. Normally, we prefer quality over quantity. Each succubus surrounds themselves with a harem of superior donors, compensates them accordingly, and thereby ensures a stable diet without terrorizing the human community.”

“That . . . makes sense,” I concluded.

“I’m young, Cam,” she continued. “I haven’t started my own harem yet, and I wanted to know your quality. I don’t have the experiences of my mothers or sisters, but you’re,” she couldn’t stop from licking her lips, “potent,” she concluded. “I already sent the sample to my mother.”

“What . . . how . . .” more anger filled me. I’d had the beaker in my coat pocket, and was surprised it made it through last night’s fucking and fighting intact. “I’m pretty sure sending day-old semen to a lab isn’t going to give you good results,” I tried to score a point in a game I was clearly losing.

“You’d be surprised,” she shrugged. “We know everything there is to know about the reproductive systems of anything we can procreate with.”

“Procreate?” I didn’t like the sound of that.

“Yes,” she replied. “Succubae, and our male members, Incubi, can breed with most humanoid races: humans, shifter, mages, vamps, even Fae. Being half-succubus and half something else is sometimes better than being pure bred.” She sounded proud of that. “In fact, my father was Fae.”

That was a surprise, and might explain why Aveena seemed to hate Lilith more than anyone else on campus. I got a “pureblood is better” vibe from the Fae noble. “That’s all very interesting,” I stated. “But I’m not looking to be a dad now, if ever.”

“No, Cam,” Lilith quickly shook her head. “I won’t even be able to do that until I reach full maturity at twenty-one, and even then, we don’t breed without consent.”

“What does that mean?” I’d seen enough teen mom shows to know it really wasn’t up to either of us.

“We can control conception,” she explained, invalidating my earlier thought. “I will only get pregnant if I want to, and the father gives consent. Father’s don’t necessarily have to be part of the harem, and frequently aren’t. It can cause some friction among male egos if one harem male is a father while the others aren’t.”

“Ok . . . ok . . .” I pinched the bridge of my nose to ward off the headache I could tell was coming. “Let me get this straight. You jumped me and gave me a blowjob in the janitor’s closet because you wanted to see if I was suitable to join your harem? Your harem is basically your go-to menu of guys, but these aren’t people you just steal off the street and have your way with? You also can’t get pregnant unless you want to, and in your case, you’re not even hitting succubus puberty until twenty-one? Is that about right?”

“Yes . . . yes . . . yes . . . but I would add that we compensate the harem generously for their contributions,” she winked at me, and despite my anger, it got a rise out of me.

“Contributions,” I laughed at the phrasing, but getting paid to fuck intrigued me. “What are we talking about?”

She’d been waiting for that question, and she pulled a stack of papers off her desk. “This is a standard harem contract. I’ve starred and highlighted the key points, and put tabs where you need to sign.” She handed over the documents.

I looked over the highlighted areas. “Five year contract . . . yada yada yada . . . legally enforceable . . . yada yada yada . . . non-compete clause . . .” that was weird, but . . .

“Ten thousand dollars a month,” my jaw dropped.

“Starting salary,” she clarified. “There are bonus’s and award-pay for performance. The non-compete only applies to other succubae. We tend to be a little clingy when it comes to our harem, but in your case, with other humans, I don’t have an issue with you sleeping around as long as you ask. Plenty of harem members are even married and have families,” she informed.

“That’s unconventional,” I shook my head to get rid of the image of daddy going off to work to fuck a stranger. I turned my attention back to the contract. The wording of the next paragraph made me nearly choke with laughter. “Harem member will deliver four feedings per month to be received orally, vaginally, or anally,” I couldn’t keep it together. “You actually have to put that in the contract?”

“We’ve learned the hard way that other species like to exploit loopholes,” she smiled along with me. “Like I said, your salary is contingent on those four feedings; so, you’re making twenty-five-hundred dollars each time you cum,” she put it bluntly. “If your succubus wants more, she’ll pay for more feedings. You can even earn overtime pay. If you and your succubus agree on terms, she could even lend you out to other succubae for a price. It’s all very sophisticated, legal, above board, and profitable for the harem members.”

I felt like she was really trying to sell me on this, which meant that I had some power here. I’d seen what my jizz did to her.