"So where are we off to this fine evening?" Tricia asked.

"Back to my suite," Jaidon replied.

"We're to that stage of the game?" she asked coyly. "Sexual domination."

"Unfortunately no." He had the nerve to smirk at her, and Tricia felt her irritation rise. "The council feels that I have been dallying with you long enough. They want to see if your power is truly worth all this effort." Outside his door he pulled her against him, and she could feel the obvious bulge in his pants. "But rest assured, little witch, I will have you under me sooner rather than later."

"Promises, promises," Tricia replied.

He opened the door and ushered her in. "After you."

She turned to him when she stood in the middle of the room. His eyes traveled along every inch of her body. She knew her skin could be seen through the sheer material of the dress. It was why she chose it.

"What does your council want me to do?" she asked with her hands on her hips.

"It's relatively simple. Call the demons on the seventh level of hell to wreak a little havoc here topside." Jaidon handed her a spell book. "It should be easy enough to do for a priestess of your power."

She knew it was an obvious jab and yet it still caused her anger to flare. "I've summoned succubi before to help a cause of mine." She looked at the book, and he'd turned to a strong ritual. "This summons them for three days. Do you know the havoc they can create?"

"Is that a problem?" Jaidon sat on the leather chair, and she could feel his gaze assessing her. "If you have some kind of guilt factor well..."

"There is no guilt. It's going to take a lot of energy is all I'm saying," Tricia snapped hating the condescension in his tone.

"I've done half the work. I drew your circle and brought your ritual tools from New Orleans." He grinned at her. "I know human witches need time to meditate to bring forth such power. I can wait, and I'll even help ensure you are properly nourished throughout the many days wait I'll have."

That was it. She'd had enough of his obvious distaste at her being a priestess. He didn't think she could handle hell, and she was going to prove him wrong. He wanted power; she was going to blow his head off with it. She had long ago learned that the darker beings fed of human emotions like children with unlimited candy. Lust was one of their favorites, and she could give them what they wanted.

"Don't worry, Jaidon. I think I can handle this." Tricia took the tie from between the gold buckle that held her dress together. She watched his eyes darken when it fell off her shoulders and exposed her skin. She stepped out of her lacey panties and stood before him exposed. "Three days is a piece of cake. I assume you have to watch my process?"

"Yes," he replied, and she could hear the stark desire in his voice.

She would use his arousal to her advantage as well, and she gave him a sexy smile. "I love an audience."

Tricia stepped into the center of the circle drawn on the floor in red chalk. She read the ritual in his book carefully before she picked up her athame and raised it to the ceiling. She would not be calling fourth the god and goddesses to help her in this quest. This was magic so dark that the lords and ladies of the underworld would be called. She raised her voice and repeated each name over and over again until she felt a gush of hot wind against her naked skin heralding her protection as the ritual began. She looked over to where Jaidon sat. His eyes had gone red, but she could still see lust clearly on his face. When her eyes traveled down his body, his hand was on the bulge in his pants, and he pressed it as if to relieve the ache.

She closed her eyes again and began the chant to call the seventh level demons to her. With the athame's point, she trailed between her breasts and around her nipples until they were beaded hard, and she felt the familiar ache between her legs.

She fell on her knees repeating the words in a fervent whisper over and over again. "Hear my words, unleash your wrath, three days to feast before the door blocks your path."

The world fell away, and power rose within her. She heard the excited giggle from the beings she was about to let loose. Pride pushed aside whatever doubts she had. She would prove to Jaidon and the council she was worthy.

Tricia placed the athame on the floor beside her and cupped her hands to her breasts. She bowed her head low until her dark hair touched the floor and moved her hips in a seductive dance to the beat of her own heart while she summoned beings from hell. This was more power than she could ever imagine. Bringing them topside for more than an hour or two was something she never tried.

"Get on with it." Jaidon's voice was harsh. "I want to take you."

She looked over at him, and he stood nude with his cock hard and jutted out. The length of him made her mouth water and built her arousal. But there was no hurrying. This had to be done right, or it would consume her.

"Patience, they will have to be appeased," she bit out and closed her eyes to his masculine form.

While she swayed she spread her legs wider and touched herself. Her long nail grazed against her sensitive clit, and she parted the lips of her pussy wide against the heat that swirled through the entire room. The succubi screamed their delight being fed with lust. She felt their nails scrape her skin as they tried to grab her. The dark lords of the underworld pushed them back from devouring her as she gave them her arousal.

She plunged her fingers into her pussy hard until her knuckles were rubbing against her clit while she built her orgasm to frenzied heights. This was unlike all the other times. The power that filled the room increased her arousal tenfold. She could barely get the words out or control her senses while her body bucked and writhed on the floor. She lay on her back fucking herself with her fingers until she came with a scream. The power went through the room and knocked lamps off tables. The screams of the succubi as they were freed mixed with her cries of release.

She lay panting and watched through heavy lids as Jaidon strode forward and dispensed the dark lord himself. Any other time she would be spent, but the power she released fueled her desire to the point that she was almost delirious with wanting. Jaidon stood over her like he was sculpted from marble. Her irritation, pride, and anger were gone, only to be replaced by a lust fueled by dark forces. She raised her hands to him, and he plucked her from the ground. "Fuck me," she begged before he ground his lips against hers in a forceful kiss.

His skin was hot as her hands roamed over him trying to touch him everywhere at once. He dropped her on the wide leather chair unceremoniously and knelt in front of her kissing her wildly again. He trailed kisses down her torso until he reached the most intimate of places. When she felt his breath against her pussy, Tricia shuddered in anticipation. There was no teasing. Jaidon penetrated her with his tongue, and with low growls licked her like a man starving. A hoarse cry was ripped from her throat while she pushed against him in need. His tongue fucked her, and he pulled her against his mouth each time and took her over the edge in another blinding orgasm. Tricia knew this night would be the one to break her. While she could outlast human men, she was no match for Jaidon. She anticipated him draining every last ounce of pleasure from her body.