Chapter 1: The Midnight Bargain
Sara Whitmore tossed in her bed, the sting of the day’s humiliations still raw in her mind. High school had been a battlefield, and today, she’d been the loser—mocked for her plain face, her awkward frame. She buried her face in her pillow, wishing for escape, for power, for beauty. That’s when the air shifted, a warm, electric hum brushing against her skin. Her eyes snapped open, and there he was—Jaiel, a vision of raw, masculine allure, lounging at the foot of her bed. His dark eyes glinted with mischief, his chiseled jaw and tousled black hair making her breath catch. He wasn’t human; she knew it instantly. He was something... other.
‘Poor little Sara,’ he purred, his voice a velvet caress that sent shivers down her spine. ‘So full of want, so empty of worth. I can change that. I can make you a goddess among mortals.’
Sara sat up, clutching her blanket to her chest, her heart pounding. ‘Who the hell are you? And why are you in my room?’
Jaiel chuckled, the sound dark and delicious. ‘I’m Jaiel, darling. An incubus, if you must label me. I feed on desire, and yours is a feast I can’t resist. I offer you a deal—beauty, brains, confidence. Whatever you crave. In return, you give me... a tithe of pleasure.’
Her cheeks flushed, but she didn’t look away. ‘A tithe? What, like a handjob for a prettier nose? You’ve got to be kidding me.’
His grin was wicked, sharp as a blade. ‘Oh, I don’t kid, Sara. Every gift comes with a price. The bigger the change, the deeper the payment. Start small—a lovelier face for a taste of your touch. Say yes, and I’ll show you how good it feels to be wanted.’
She should’ve laughed him off, called it a dream, but there was something in his gaze—hunger, promise, danger—that pinned her in place. Her insecurities gnawed at her, whispering that this was her chance. ‘Fine,’ she snapped, defiance masking her nerves. ‘Make me prettier. But if you’re lying, I’ll find a way to exorcise your creepy ass.’
Jaiel’s laughter was a low growl as he moved closer, his presence a warm weight that made her skin prickle. ‘Deal struck, firecracker. Now, let’s seal it.’ He guided her hand beneath the covers, his spectral touch cool yet burning as he pressed her fingers against him. She felt him—hard, pulsing, unreal yet undeniable. Her breath hitched, a mix of shock and curiosity flooding her as she gripped him tighter.
‘That’s it,’ he murmured, his voice dripping with sin. ‘Stroke me, Sara. Feel the power you’re buying.’
Her movements were hesitant at first, but his groans—deep, primal—spurred her on. She glared at him, refusing to be just a pawn. ‘Don’t think this means I’m your toy. I’m doing this for me, not you.’
‘Oh, I know,’ he teased, his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. ‘But you’ll crave more. You’ll beg for my cock soon enough.’
Her face burned, but she didn’t stop, her hand moving faster, driven by a strange, thrilling heat building in her core. She felt him tense, a shudder rippling through his form, and then he came—his release vanishing into nothingness, leaving her hand empty but her body buzzing with a lingering, forbidden rush. She was panting, sweating, a flicker of something wet and needy stirring between her thighs.
Jaiel leaned in, his lips brushing her ear invisibly. ‘Look in the mirror tomorrow, darling. You’ll see my work. And when you’re ready for more, I’ll be waiting—horny and hungry for that sweet pussy of yours.’
Sara’s eyes widened, her pulse racing as his presence faded, leaving her alone in the dark, her body still humming with the ghost of his touch. What had she just unleashed?
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