Coming Into Power: Lily Quinn, #9

By Natalie Severine and Eric Severine

I'm Lily Quinn: half-succubus, monster hunter, insatiable sex fiend… but you know all that by now. So maybe it's finally time to tell the first story, the one about how all of this began.

How I discovered the whole supernatural world and my place in it.

How I met Evaine and everything she taught me.

How I managed to convince the College that I wasn't a monster.

How I nearly lost Max forever.

How I became… me.

This and all Lily Quinn stories contain graphic depictions of sexual acts. Lots of them. There's other stuff, too, like fun stories and crazy adventures, but these books are definitely for adults only.

You have been warned. Enjoy!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Loose Leaf Stories
• Release date: Oct 25, 2020
• ISBN: 9781643190242

Book preview

Chapter 1

My slinky, strapless red dress made me feel just like Jessica Rabbit. With my equally red hair and a little dark eyeshadow, the image was complete. Although I was barely wearing the dress now, if you wanted to get technical about it. The hem was shoved up to my hips, the top pulled down until the whole thing was only a sparkling crimson sash around my waist.

Derek’s fingers pressed into my hips just below the glittering line of red, holding on for dear life as I rode him so hard that I won­dered if we might break the bed frame. It wouldn’t be the first time.

Oh my god, Lily! Derek gasped.

That’s me, Lily Quinn. I’m a bounty hunter. Specifically, I hunt down supernatural monsters. And being half succubus myself, I get the superpowers that I need for my job from fucking guys. And girls. And everything else.

I twisted my hips, swirling Derek’s thick cock inside me and making him groan. I swiveled in the other direction and Derek groaned louder. Our bodies slipped and slid against one another, skin slick with sweat and the wetness streaming from my pussy.

My headboard slammed into the wall as I impaled myself onto Derek faster and faster. He was close again. I felt it in the hot, swift throb of his cock inside me, tasted it in Derek’s urgent, panted breath as I kissed him. My body went taut in response and I gasped.

Please, Lily, Derek begged.

I raked my nails down his chest. I keep them short for work – manicures don’t last long when you’re punching ogres in the face with sex-powered super strength. But I still left eight reddening welts across Derek’s skin that echoed the curving lines of the tat­tooed snakes winding over the hard muscles of his heaving chest. I leaned back and traced my fingers more gently along the dark ink dipping down below Derek’s navel to coil at the base of the biggest serpent of all – the one stuffed deep in my tight pussy.

Lily!

Derek’s hips rose from the sweaty tangle of my sheets, straining toward me. His cock speared up between my legs and I threw my head back with a wild cry of pleasure.

I could have dismounted Derek right then and walked away if I wanted to. My power comes from drinking in the sexual energy of my lovers, their passion and desire, not their semen or anything creepy like that. I’m not a vampire. I could get enough bright golden sexual en­ergy from a sensual kiss to crush concrete with my bare hands. I had what I needed from Derek, but I wouldn’t leave him there in my bed, hard and begging for release. I’m not that kind of girl.

At least, not tonight.

Derek’s hands slid up my sweat-slicked body to my breasts, curling his fingers into the soft flesh in a silent but eloquent plea for release. Derek was a big guy, at least twice my size, but I caught his wrists easily and pushed his arms down into the bed. With Derek pinned there, I lifted myself to the tip of his cock and balanced with the crown just nuzzling my entrance.

You’re so impatient, I said.

Like I was one to talk. I needed this power to run down my next target, so I had found Derek in ten minutes flat at some nightclub. He had deep, dark eyes that promised passion and a long, fit body that promised to keep up.

So when I asked about Derek’s tattoos and he began showing them off, I had no trouble getting his shirt away from him and went right for his pants. I tried to fuck Derek in the club bathroom, but it looked like it hadn’t been cleaned in… ever. I’m a nasty slut, but I’m not a filthy slut, so I had to wait until I got Derek back to my place.

Since I’d had to wait, I guess I was making Derek wait a little, too. I rocked my hips with a low moan, teasing the blunt head of his thick cock with the softness of my hungry pussy.

Okay, waiting over! My fingers tightened on Derek’s straining wrists and I speared myself onto his long dick again. I took every inch in a single plunge and red-hot sensation shot through me.

Yes, I moaned.

Derek’s breath came in hissing, wordless sounds of primal need. His dick was a blazing pillar inside me. Every time I rose, Derek’s slicked cock shone in the colorful city lights spilling through the window until I sank down onto him once more. Hardness churned the sweet ache within me, stoking it up and up into something brighter, hotter.

Fuck! I screamed.

Brilliant ecstasy shot through me, surging to fill my core and out along fingers and toes that curled in pleasure. I rode Derek’s cock in swift, furious thrusts and then yanked myself up off of him.

Derek opened his mouth to groan, to beg, but I was already grabbing him in both hands. His dick was heavy and pulsed with heat against my touch. Derek’s jaw went tight, biting down on a loud grunt as his cock turned to steel in my grasp. Bright cum arced into the air and spattered my cheeks in creamy droplets. More spunk poured in an oozing river of white across Derek’s lean sto­mach and the dark ink of his tattoos.

After a moment, his muscles unknotted and Derek fell back into the sheets, panting.

Shit, Lily. That… that was fucking amazing.

That’s the only way I know how to fuck, I told him with a smirk.

I held my hair back from my face and licked my way along the curves of Derek’s snaking tattoos, over warm skin and hard muscles, lapping up his sticky load. It was hot and thick on my tongue and I swallowed it all down.

When I had drunk my fill, I slid off the bed and stood. Derek reclined in my twisted sheets, thick arms crossed behind his head. I stret­ched in front of the open window, feeling the blaze of sexual energy coursing through me, and Derek’s expression became hun­gry again.

Nope. I scooped up Derek’s pants from the floor and dumped them onto the bed. His shirt lay in a heap beside the door that led out into my living room. I kicked it up into my hand and tossed that at Derek, too.

Go on, I said. Get dressed. I’ve got things to do.

I… uh, what?

Derek’s gaze moved only reluctantly from my naked body to the pile of his clothes on the bed. I made a little shooing gesture toward the door. Derek blinked and I rolled my eyes. I’d emptied the guy’s balls, sure, but did I empty his head, too?

Time… to… go, I said, enunciating each word carefully. It’s late. I have work.

Derek bit his lower lip. It looked like fun, but my target was already on the move and I had to catch up. I needed to get out of town tonight and didn’t have time to waste, even on Derek’s dark, soul­ful eyes and thick, mussed black hair. Finally, he reached for his clothes and began getting dressed.

Thanks for the fun, Derek, I said.

Darren, he corrected.

Oops.

Once I ushered Derek/Darren firmly from my condo, I slipped out of my shimmery red dress and tossed it aside to send to the dry-cleaner later. I took a quick shower and got dressed again. Nothing slinky this time – functional jeans and shirt, boots and belt. Still, I checked my reflection in the mirror. It’s an old habit.

There were my long legs and tits that looked great even in plain clothes. I saw my red hair and pale skin that never seems to tan, no matter how many of these rural hunts I went on. But it’s always my eyes I stare at. I guess I’m still not entirely used to them. They’re hazel – a dark, green-flecked gold that att­racts just as much attention as my figure. But they weren’t al­ways that color. When I was a kid, my eyes were just green. I was eighteen when they changed and even after all these years, sometimes they don’t feel quite… mine.

I tied my hair back into a damp ponytail and picked up the duffel bag beside the door. There were spare clothes inside, some granola and a flashlight. That